Nickel

[Chorus: Royce]<br>(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart<br>for sixty bars, the city is ours<br>We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track<br>So lean back - lean back<br>I`m (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now<br>(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track<br>Matter fact Nottz bring it back, GO!<br>(M.I.C.) Watch me<br><br>[Royce Da 5`9"]<br>Yeah, 5-9`ll piss or shit on your pad or your pen<br>The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder begins<br>Go ahead, gather your men<br>The few left stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretend<br>It wasn`t so bad, bustin those mag`s<br>Somethin for your old ass like a pack of Depends<br>Back then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin<br>Because it wasn`t no black-owned businesses (whoa)<br>Tack on who didn`t wanna act as gentlemen (whoa)<br>Act on adrenelin, the cap gon` peel `em<br>Either that or rap gon` kill `em - send them niggaz<br>in them skull caps like "Menace" with black on black to get `em (whoa)<br>High off `caine, robbin everything<br>from the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners<br>It`s simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride with me<br>equals 4 or 5 fo`-fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)<br>This amount to the passin, of the fathers<br>of the now bastards, but it`s not about math<br>It`s about, who`s the ho<br>Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe<br>I will put it like a movie so<br>You artists get the real footage of the squad you should know<br>Watchin the dude, the product move quick as them dudes from "Blow"<br>Did it, leave room to grow<br>Bigger than the hood that you can`t leave like "The Truman Show"<br>Why even bring your DAT`s when I am the king of rap<br>Matter fact Nottz, bring it back<br>Go! {*record scratches*} Watch me<br>Now you say `Maybach` in your rhymes because it rhyme with `laid back`<br>Like that`s the only thing that it rhyme with<br>How about come up outta your braze cap<br>Right under the train tracks, with one of your ladies<br>You gonna get laid flat or you gonna behave<br>Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your waves<br>Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted <br>quicker than knockin `em men, I`m too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)<br>Them loc`s in Cali I know be them pie-flippers<br>Doin drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)<br>You little weak guys should keep <br>the murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)<br>One of my niggaz beat five<br>I call him Homicide Juan, I`ma sign him then free Shyne<br>But I don`t let the battle rap haunt me<br>Cardier band frosty, wearin what a fan bought me<br>Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us<br>Cheeseburger servin faggot ass tarts<br>Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers`ll<br>beat the pants off you for bein stand-off<br>Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat from the flame<br>From the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"<br>Pullin all of y`all cards<br>We dangerous, only games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)<br>We all drive reckless, change cars like Baby<br>Make Flex say, "Y`all on some Wyclef shit"<br>For those that don`t know<br>We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow<br>who will rhyme `til the climate is cold<br>Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos snow<br>I`m like Alpo, AZ, Rich <br>Mixed with Jay-Z and `Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I`m..<br><br>[Chorus]