True Story

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