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[Intro: Royce] Uhh-uhh uhh uhh, yeah homeboy Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers? My man Milo, yeah yeah yeah Whattup Ruckus? We gangstas, yeah Niggaz don't know me, call me heat That's all you know is these verses, these names Nigga nigga nigga [Chorus] Nickel Nine is - me, not, them This is - him, not, they Royce, Reef, double, R Beef is close but trouble's, far Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is I put my time in, nigga Nickel Nine is Uhh uhh - me, not, them This is - him, not, they Yo, he is. [Royce Da 5'9"] The reason why the funds is dizzy Money continuously spendin, round and around like a frisbee My runs is sticky from, the second-hand smoke from outta the guns they busy, EHH-EHH-EHH-EHH come get me He is - quick on the draw, same nine Songtextethat I used when he thought I copped it and popped it at the same time Shit, carry tools, you gotta The streets is over-populated with niggaz who cheap, like Andrew Goulatta Royce and Reef, double R When the gutterest beefs meet with the troubled bar it's nothin but heat Niggaz I'm in and outta this booth, like Clark Kent for the youth Flyin with the NARC proof tint for the Coupe Niggaz be trippin a lot, so I keep the longest clip in a lock Hit you while you loadin the clip in the glock like BLAOW! No life, no breath The only games I play is "Umi Says" like Mos Def (nigga) [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Over-protected, heed the poet's connections When it goes in effect the only thing froze is the necklace That's it, keep the gat by me, I'm that rowdy So none of you's can see me like Jack Ponty None of you niggaz bad as me, I got a +Mobb+ and we +Deep+ like Hav' and P, so get a job! (uhh) My shoes is, nine and a half, size is too big For every thug nigga listen and they noddin his head You better know that, he is a motherfuckin throwback Rap niggaz nowadays is so wack, wish I could go back Shit is undone; so I spend money like it's more from where it came, even more where it didn't come from The time it took to write this, I could be sellin twice this Some white shit like, my venom is drivers priceless My goons they'll put you away And if it's heat then it is no beef, homie I'll cook you today (c'mon) [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I got niggaz like, "That's Eminem's man, ain't it?" Like that's my name, like I changed it when my man became famous By the way, you ain't beefin with Slim, you beefin with US So, stay out the magazines, keep it (shh shh) hush, okay? These motherfuckin rappers is hilarious dawg You never too big for that box cause the area's small And you'll fit (yeah) six feet deep is where you will sit Bring your crew, I'll turn sixteen deep into a trip To the sky (sky) Yeah, you don't wanna hover Your mommy wouldn't like it Whattup Proof? My nigga Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Outro: Royce] Yeah, Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is I put my time motherfucker Nickel Nine, is Nigga, yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Wall Street My nigga X-Gov, Tre' Little, Shecky Green Game nigga, spit Game nigga, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania