Rob "Reef" Tewlow - Nickel Nine Is lyrics

[Hook] Nickel Nine is.. me not them, this is.. him not they Royce and Reef, double R, beef is close, but trouble's far Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is, I put my time in n***a Nickel Nine is.. me not them, this is.. him not they [Verse 1] He is the reason why the funds is dizzy Money continuously spinning, round and around like a frisbee My lungs is sticky from, the second hand smoke From out of the guns; he shoots a lot, they busy.. come get me He is, quick on the draw, same nine that I used When you thought I copped it and popped it at the same time, sh** Carry tools, you gotta, the streets is overpopulated With n***as who cheat, like Andrew Guilota Royce and Reef, double R, when the gutterest beats Meet with the troubled bars, nothin but heat n***as I'm in and outta this booth, like Clark Kent for the youth Flying with the NARC-proof tent for the truth n***as be tripping a lot, so I keep the longest clip in the lot Hit you while you loading the clip in the Glock like bloaw! No life, no rep, the only games I play is Umi Says like Mos Def [Hook] [Verse 2] He is over-protected, keep the coldest connections When it goes in effect the only thing froze is the necklace That's it, keep the gat by me, I'm not rowdy So none of you's can see me like Jack Ponti None of you n***as bad as me I got a Mobb and we Deep like Hav' and P, so get a job My shoes is 9 and a half sizes too big For every thug n***a listening and nodding his head You better know that he is, a motherf**in' throwback Rap sh** nowadays is so wack, I wish I could go back sh** is undone, so I spent money like It's more from where it came, even more where dick come from The time it took to write this, I could be selling twice this And wipe sh**, like my vemonmous drive is priceless My goons they'll put you away And if it's heat, then it's no beef, homie I'll cook you today [Hook] [Verse 3] I got n***as like "That's Eminem's man, ain't it?" Like that's my name, like I changed it when my man became famous By the way, you ain't beefin with Slim, you beefin with us So stay out the magazines, keep it shh hush, okay? This mothaf**in' rapper is hilarious, dog Never to big for that box, cause the area's small And you'll fit, six feet deep is where you'll sit Bring it true, I'll turn sixteen deep into a trip to the sky [Interlude] Yeah, you don't wanna hover, ya mommy wouldn't like it What up Proof? My n***a [Hook] [Outro] Wall Street, my n***a X-Gov, Tre Little