Shyheim - Rumble in N.Y. lyrics

"Name, nothing says your name" - sample
Repeated throughout the song

I knew New York, before Brooklyn
Queens and the Bronx
Manhattan and Staten Island, Shyheim
You know the kid from whilin'
Be up in the party, dusted
Who got that shit?
Ya'll niggas know what time it is
(Wu Tang, nigga) ask 12 O'Clock
It's mad dusted, be up in the spot
You don't even want it who got shot
Fuckin' with them kids that rep' 27
Words, niggas on they way to heaven
That's my word, son, for real
We keep it dirty
Like free Ol' Dirty, hold up son
Free Ol' Dirty ya'll don't even want, free
Ol' Dirty, fuck that, free Keith Murray
Niggas don't want it, so we keep it gully
In the spot, knowin' what time
It be the kid, Shyheim, freestylin'
Cuz ya'll niggas don't
Deserve nothin' written
That's my word, I ain't kiddin'
Fuck that, give me mines, fuck that
Give me Shyne
Life, I rock three hundred on the grill
Fuck that, I rock three hundred on the grill
Park Hill, Stapletilz, Now Born, the Brook
Port Richmond, Jungle Nilz, word up son
We bumpin' that dough bumpin' them grills
Watchin' out for niggas like Lilz
Niggas like Guy, and niggas like Life
That rob niggas, and then take your life
So we take the heater, young niggas, please
Believe it cause we makin' believers
You don't want it? That's my word
I don't care about who you runnin' with
Ya'll can all get it, that's my word to Twin
That's my word to Big L and Pun for real
They can see me in the spot
Without a big ass gun start a lot of trouble
Cause if I ain't use cocoa butter
My skin will bubble
Ya'll don't understand that though

Jim Jay, shit ain't the same, 27
I love you for real
Wu Tang, Shaolin, new get it
(Yo, what you ask me son, huh?)

How you doin' Inf? Are you doing well?
Is your pocket full? Is your boot scuffed?
Is your clothes ironed? Then
Why you hoe hired?
Why you know guys in Shaolin Hill?
I'm a street nigga, who never was a prankster
I know street niggas
Who never was a gangster
But still played that roll, I made that goal
And once I took it there
I was booked all year
I'm a rap nigga, you can ask 'Perb
And I'm gangster, nigga, you can ask 'Perb
Ran up on Ice Grillz, took off his mask, word
Looked up in his face, and said "Oh
That's herb"
And I'm treat your bitches, like oh
That's her
Fuck your hood nigga, I know that curb
Ya'll niggas ain't suppliers
Ya'll niggas is fired
Biggie is unbelievable, ya'll niggas is liars
Niggas who whipped wires, steer my tire
Like why re-loop long, they're on fire
Cause we're on Maya, Angelow level
When I bare hand that paper
My hands a gold medal
Infa, man listen, ya'll better calm down
I got plans for kissin', I'm way beyond now
My shit is futuristic, and few can sniff it
You never leave a thug alone
With the drug alone
And if I call your crib, to spit nigga
Hug the phone
And scream, kick that shit, nigga
With your mother home
I smash your whole grill piece
With a steel piece
That I chiseled on, puttin' my lyrics on
And spittin' til your holy ghost
See the spirit off
Ain't no bitch between us
How you gettin' home?
Don't fuck wit them Embassy
Untouchable niggas
We good, got off the hook, be like
We love you niggas
All them other hood niggas
Is rugged Wu niggas hood told us
That's why we can't fuck with you niggas
Cuz we so will, while ya'll so ill
Stay away from them, Blue stay away from them
Yeah, Wisdom Cypher Cypher Wisdom, yeah