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[Hook: 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 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.. [Hook]
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