Yeah - Royce 5'9

Nickle nine, nine in the waistline

Diss me, fine, you won’t be the first one

Piss me off, you get done in the worst way

I bring light to the night, put the Sun in the Earth’s way

Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws

Of the dark blue house, y’all

Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y’all

Got hit, shot with the cannon when I’m standing up and going all out for

Phantom of the opera, sitting in the Phantom

In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y’all mouth

I drop names like Game, but I don’t mean say 'em

I mean spray 'em, they drop, brrt, ha

I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox

In a box in a river sitting stiffer than six o’clock

Knock, you can’t see me, labels you can’t sign me

You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?

Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah

I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah

Hoes that used to be like no going yeah

Somebody, anybody, say yeah

My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah

Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah

«I'm the last emcee that’s alive»

I’m the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws

I’m the politics involved and with profit in the starving

The model in the car means I told her

Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off

I got Vishis with me, so you gotta get him also

Rinky dink labels still tryna make me offers

You don’t wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off

I’m a boss, hear me out, gimme every office

Each and every artist y’all got, I want 'em

So run 'em, they don’t wanna fuck with me then I’ll gun 'em

So don’t get me started

'Cause lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q’s and it’s gon' get retarded

Fees for shoes, Evisu jeans breezing through

Leaving your team green and blue

Only thing, the thing to do

Only thing, this ain’t no dream homie

This whole theme is true, get it?

Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah

I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah

Hoes that used to be like no going yeah

Somebody, anybody, say yeah

My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah

Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah

«I'm the last emcee that’s alive»

Yeah, weeding out static

Holding what I would rather have and not need

Than need and not have it

Me without gats is like me without battling

Beef without blasting, P without Havoc

The born again rapper

Sitting on enough classic tracks that could fill up a 40 gig Apple

IPod, I’m God, all bets I’m down like the rest I’m wild, yes

Plus I’m a teacher, niggas play hard

But I’m way harder 'cause I can keep it up like Levitra

Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra

Sick spit like I must’ve been touched by Jesus

Like I must’ve been groped by a diva

Or fucked by a model

Nope, you ain’t been approached by either

You standing where ya mans is at

I’m on stage getting paid controlling where y’all hands is at, get it?

Got it

Yeah, Nickle ain’t going nowhere, yeah

I ask who want it, nobody, say yeah

Hoes that used to be like no going yeah

Somebody, anybody, say yeah

My niggas in the back of the spot like yeah

Bitches up under the spotlight like yeah

«I'm the last emcee that’s alive»