Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Shyheim f King JustНазвание : True StoryДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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From the top (uh) hehehe, yeah (Shyheim, nigga) KJ (Yeah, now we got King Just, nigga) 10304 way (this the grain, man, you ain`t shit to beef) In the hallway [King Just] I heard them young boys coming up, I heard them old dudes Givin` up, or takin` later, and they still want King Just Is it a miracle? Nah man, he`s lyrical Physically fit, cuz, trust, it get`s physical It prescribed in the biblical, burn the ritual Down to his very last mineral I will finish you, with a finishing move Gotta show and prove, and give Stella `back her groove` Always want to push a CL smooth, on the Staten Island Ferry Love boat, it`s where we cruise Keep `em in two`s, like Noah did, the flow`ll spit With a car, that`ll talk back to your ass like Kit Michael Knight two thousand and four, can you endure The north shore, what the fuck, you think we came for? Ain`t no standin` around, you clown, we get down All you unidentified aliens, head out of town Cue mix down, pass the Remy round, Bottom Up King Just, I still hold my crown, I`m next up, what [Chorus: King Just (sung)] You ain`t got nothin` for us You can`t see Shy or King Just Why actin` like you wanna start some beef? You betta stay in your place now You ain`t got no wins, no how We are the hottest shit that`s out the streets [Shyheim] I was on the run, gettin` drunk, smokin` wet, poppin` ecst` With two outstandin` fugitive warrants for my arrest Owed a debt to society, one day I will pay But I fell in love, in L.A., and decided to stay Livin` on the edge, the Dom `Cino, wired me bread Til` he got snatched by the feds, it fucked me up in the head He kept it thorough, he ain`t tell `em, I invested dope for the dough He told me keep flowin`, cuz for him it ain`t no hope Now this is real conversation, and for little to next to nothing Conversation, RZA let me spit on compilations I`m like, "Cool, but how ya`ll gonna put Snoop and not me on The W?" It was politicals as usual, and I hated it So I got my weight up with my pen, and made some greater hits Now the whole world say my shit Livin` on the borderline of life or death Livin` to die, dyin` to live, life or death Don`t except shit, but a funeral of kisses and flowers My own homies don`t love me, they just respect my power Started wildin`, moms paid drugs more attention Ended up down state, B-Block reception But The Source and XXL ain`t mentioned it Clan ain`t holla at the God and send me out Guess that`s the same reason, Dirty with The Roc now But I`m home on the grind, with a rhyme and a nine With some paper set aside, for ya body and son It was about time, my nigga, we definetly gon` pop And thought you just gon` deal with the cops? Chill Shy, but I can`t hear it, cuz the dust sepa` Ran it for my mind, and my body, for my spirit [Chorus] [Outro: Shyheim] How we gon` keep it going like this, man? I remember back in the days, man Before this Wu-Tang shit, man I used to have to sneak into -- to the Hill and shit Put my hood on and shit, go up to Just`s house And we can write rhymes and shit, knowhatimsayin? Just, you my nigga forever, nigga, let`s go to the top, man Bottom Up, nigga, knawimean? And it`s love, loyalty, trust, respect and honor Always hundred, `cross the board, nigga Let`s do it | Похожие исполнители: |
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