Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" - Nickel
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[Chorus: Royce](Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apartfor sixty bars, the city is oursWe the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a trackSo lean back - lean backI`m (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now(Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the trackMatter 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 penThe lack of your strength is the end of where my bladder beginsGo ahead, gather your menThe few left stragglin in after I been clappin had to pretendIt wasn`t so bad, bustin those mag`sSomethin for your old ass like a pack of DependsBack then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackinBecause 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 `emEither that or rap gon` kill `em - send them niggazin them skull caps like "Menace" with black on black to get `em (whoa)High off `caine, robbin everythingfrom the tires to the tents to them snap-on spinnersIt`s simple - 4 or 5 niggaz ride with meequals 4 or 5 fo`-fives stickin out of my window (like bloaw!)This amount to the passin, of the fathersof the now bastards, but it`s not about mathIt`s about, who`s the hoTryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toeI will put it like a movie soYou artists get the real footage of the squad you should knowWatchin the dude, the product move quick as them dudes from "Blow"Did it, leave room to growBigger than the hood that you can`t leave like "The Truman Show"Why even bring your DAT`s when I am the king of rapMatter fact Nottz, bring it backGo! {*record scratches*} Watch meNow you say `Maybach` in your rhymes because it rhyme with `laid back`Like that`s the only thing that it rhyme withHow about come up outta your braze capRight under the train tracks, with one of your ladiesYou gonna get laid flat or you gonna behavePut this gun to your wave cap and get under your wavesBecause 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-flippersDoin 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 fiveI call him Homicide Juan, I`ma sign him then free ShyneBut I don`t let the battle rap haunt meCardier band frosty, wearin what a fan bought meSomebody get this avalanche off me, the van hawk usCheeseburger servin faggot ass tartsHang with them chaldeons, them Taliban talkers`llbeat the pants off you for bein stand-offOr, get your tan darkened, from the heat from the flameFrom the thang speakin sayin "Keep your hands off me"Pullin all of y`all cardsWe dangerous, only games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!)We all drive reckless, change cars like BabyMake Flex say, "Y`all on some Wyclef shit"For those that don`t knowWe just picture a soldier with a rose gold soul with a frozen, flowwho will rhyme `til the climate is coldDiamonds in the rose like Pocanos snowI`m like Alpo, AZ, Rich Mixed with Jay-Z and `Kiss with "pay me, bitch!" I`m..[Chorus]