Royce da 5'9" - Nickel lyrics

(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart
For sixty bars, the city is ours we the M-I
C the illest to ever spit on a track
So lean back - lean back
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track
Matter fact Nottz bring it back, GO!
(MIC) Watch me

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

(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart
For sixty bars, the city is ours we the M-I
C the illest to ever spit on a track
So lean back - lean back
I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now
(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track
Matter fact Nottz bring it back, GO!
(MIC) Watch me