Nickel Nine - Royce 5'9

Uhh-uhh uhh uhh, yeah homeboy

Two gangstas, whattup Smut Peddlers?

My man Milo, yeah yeah yeah

Whattup Ruckus?

We gangstas, yeah

Niggas don’t know me, call me heat

That’s all you know is these verses, these names

Nigga nigga nigga

Nickel Nine is — me, not, them

This is — him, not, they

Royce, Reef, double, are

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

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

That 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 niggas who cheap, like Andrew Goulatta

Royce and Reef, double are

When the gutterest beefs meet with the troubled bar it’s nothin but heat

Niggas I’m in and outta this booth, like Clark Kent for the youth

Flyin with the narc proof tint for the Coupe

Niggas 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)

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 niggas bad as me, I got a Mobb

And we Deep like Hav'