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