[Chorus: Royce]

(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!

(M.I.C.) Watch me



[Royce Da 5'9"]

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 niggaz

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 niggaz 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 niggaz beat five

I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma 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..



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