Nickel
Royce Da 5´9 Lyrics

(Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin' this apart
I'm Nickel Nine, watch me tear up this rap

For sixty bars, the city is ours
I'll spit for 60 bars and claim the city as ours

We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track
We're the M-I-C, the best to ever rap on a track

So lean back - lean back
Relax and enjoy the show

I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now
I'm Nickel Nine, ladies say my name

(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track
I'm Nickel Nine, the ruler of this rap game

Matter fact Nottz bring it back, go!
In fact, Nottz, rewind the beat and let's do it again

(M.I.C.) Watch me
Watch me, as part of the M-I-C crew

Yeah, 5-9'll piss or shit on your pad or your pen
I'll outdo you so badly, I'll ruin your penmanship

The lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder begins
Your weakness ends where my confidence begins

Go ahead, gather your men
Recruit your friends if you think they can help

The few left stragglin' in after I been clappin' had to pretend
Those who were left standing after I shot them had to fake their pain

It wasn't so bad, bustin' those mag's
I wasn't even phased by shooting those guns

Somethin' for your old ass like a pack of Depends
I'll do something to embarrass you, like give you adult diapers for old age

Back then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin'
In the past, gangsters had to rely on whatever drugs were popular

Because it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa)
There weren't any black-owned businesses to support

Tack on who didn't want to act as gentlemen (whoa)
Violence towards those who didn't want to be civil

Act on adrenalin, the cap gon' peel 'em
Acting on adrenaline, I'll shoot them in the head

Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
If not physical violence, I'll end them with my rhymes

In them skull caps like "Menace" with black on black to get 'em (whoa)
I'll shoot them with black hats in the style of the movie Menace II Society

High off 'caine, robbin' everything
Being addicted to cocaine and stealing anything around

From the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinners
Stealing car parts and accessories, even wheels

It's simple - four or five niggaz ride with me
It's a basic concept, I roll with a group of 4 to 5

Equals four or five fo'-fives stickin' out of my window (like bloaw!)
Which adds up to 4 or 5 guns sticking out of my car window

This amount to the passin', of the fathers
This refers to the decline of the previous generation

Of the now bastards, but it's not about math
Referring to the kids left behind by the previous generation, but it's not a numbers game

It's about, who's the ho
It's about who's a fake or a fraud

Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe
If you're trying to prove you're tough, be ready to potentially lose a toe when I shoot at you

I will put it like a movie so
I'll paint a cinematic picture for you

You artists get the real footage of the squad you should know
You'll get a firsthand view of my team and what we're capable of

Watchin' the dude, the product move quick as them dudes from "Blow"
I'm watching the product and it moves as fast as in the movie 'Blow'

Did it, leave room to grow
I accomplished it and have room to improve

Bigger than the hood that you can't leave like "The Truman Show"
My success goes beyond the place where I grew up and is like the show 'The Truman Show' where you can't escape

Why even bring your DAT's when I am the king of rap
Why bother bringing any recording equipment when I am the best in the game

Matter fact Nottz, bring it back
Nottz, rewind the beat and let's do this again

Go! Watch me
Watch me as I perform

Now you say 'Maybach' in your rhymes because it rhyme with 'laid back'
Now you use the word 'Maybach' because it rhymes with 'laid back'

Like that's the only thing that it rhyme with
As if there is no other word to rhyme with 'Maybach'

How about come up outta your braze cap
Why don't you rap about something real and honest

Right under the train tracks, with one of your ladies
About the underground and with one of your women

You gonna get laid flat or you gonna behave
If you misbehave, you'll end up unconscious from a fight

Put this gun to your wave cap and get under your waves
I'll place a gun to your hair cap and make you lie under water

Because you keep the nine witchu - you gettin your mind lifted
Since you keep a gun with you, I'll cause you to have anxiety or distress

Quicker than knockin 'em men, I'm too blowed to rhyme witchu (whoa)
Faster than knocking out my opponent, I'm too high on drugs to rap with you

Them loc's in Cali I know be them pie-flippers
Those gang members in California are drug dealers

Doin' drive-bys on lowrider bicycles (bloaw bloaw!)
They commit drive-by shootings on bicycles

You little weak guys should keep
You tiny and weak guys should avoid

The murder case you beat to yourselves and throw up the peace sign (peace!)
Stay quiet about the crime you committed and pretend to be peaceful

One of my niggaz beat five
One of my crew members beat a jail sentence

I call him Homicide Juan, I'ma sign him then free Shyne
I'll call him Homicide Juan, sign him up and free the rapper Shyne from jail

But I don't let the battle rap haunt me
The battles I've lost haven't destroyed my confidence

Cardier band frosty, wearin' what a fan bought me
My watch is covered in diamonds and fan bought it for me

Somebody get this avalanche off me, the van hawk us
Remove the large amount of snow off my car, the van that we own

Cheeseburger servin' faggot ass tarts
Insulting fast food workers

Hang with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers'll
I'm friends with Middle Easterners who'll beat you up

Beat the pants off you for bein stand-off
Beat you up for being standoffish or unfriendly

Or, get your tan darkened, from the heat from the flame
You'll either get beat up or your skin will be burned from the flame

From the thang speakin' sayin' "Keep your hands off me"
From the gun speaking, warning you to not touch me

Pullin' all of y'all cards
Revealing everyone's true character and personality

We dangerous, only games we play is "Callin' all cars" (call all cars!)
We're a dangerous group and the only thing we play is a call for backup

We all drive reckless, change cars like Baby
We all drive recklessly and switch cars like they do in the movie 'Baby Driver'

Make Flex say, "y'all on some Wyclef shit"
We do so well, even DJ Flex will say we're like Wyclef Jean

For those that don't know
For those who are unaware

We just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flow
We're like a soldier with a noble heart who delivers our rhymes flawlessly

Who will rhyme 'til the climate is cold
We'll keep rapping until it's no longer the thing to do

Diamonds in the rose like Pocanos snow
Our diamonds are pure white like snow in the Pocono Mountains

I'm like Alpo, AZ, Rich
I'm like drug dealers A1po, AZ, and Rich Porter

Mixed with Jay-Z and 'Kiss with "pay me, bitch!"
Mixed with rappers Jay-Z and Jadakiss with the attitude of "pay me, bitch!"