(Chezza) Yaoowwww.. Big Nickel Music... (Mister Miller) Mister Miller man.. You know how WE do... (Mister Miller Chorus) Who The f** Are You!? Someone I really never knew Though you think that we do.. Who The f** Are You!? Acting like you run with my crew Don't know what we('ve) been through Who The f** Are You!? Who Are you... Who The f** Are You!? Who Are you... Who the f** that you think that you are Posing like a big superstar Keep it up you won't see tomorrow.. (Verse 1: Chezza) Who the f** are you Tryna f** with me I don't believe in coincidence Cuz this was meant to be I'm Jah's new messiah So I will help you see Not to come and throw rocks when you're faced with a G 'Cuz at that point You got no clue where you goin' (gonna) end up So it's best you friend up Before you get sent up North!!! And I'm not talking jail Yes I'm talking bout the cold Where the ice won't let your body stale Yeah.. Throw ya hands in the air So I know you won't try to disrespect a player Coming for my blood every night and day-ya You vampire n***as come meet the new slayer I hear you screaming god's name But there's no more prayers All I have is goodbyes No more "see you laters" I hate to waste time, especially with these haters I'd rather just prove my point Like Kobe and the Lakers Any takers?? Take this time to think it over 'Cuz if I have to take this boulder Off my shoulder Expect ya body temperature to drop a lil colder Yes I'm a soldier In this Big Nickel Army With more than 16 bars of ammuniton on me So if you want another chance to run home to ya mommy It's best you turn around and walk away calmly 'Cuz you don't want to come around me... (Mister Miller Chorus) Who The f** Are You!? Someone I really never knew Though you think that we do.. Who The f** Are You!? Acting like you run with my crew Don't know what we('ve) been through Who The f** Are You!? Who Are you... Who The f** Are You!? Who Are you... Who the f** that you think that you are Posing like a big superstar Keep it up you won't see tomorrow.. (Verse 2: Ronin) I'm the type trim the fat Count the calories To that ringtone rap Got an allergy Bring that sh** 'round me And it's tragedies Apocalyptic, borderline a catastrophe Never done with the tracks Because I'm running the pack Percent hunnit (Hundred) the fact Usain Bolt's not pa**in me ..So you better stop ga**in' me Before I take the guillotine to your faculty! Avoid that with my suggestion Eat the same food for thought that I'm digesting I'm just guessing Ya line inventions.. Following the next man's shoe.. Ya kind's depressing And my dimensions show punks who stare That they cubed 'cuz they crew's Just a bunch of squares (I) care less if you flow not punch aware (Just) means I knocked yo' a** out Before you chumps could dare Yeah.. Fire flow, raise the smoking alarms Grenade launcher right hand Stay throwing a bomb Aim starts with You god (U GOD) With the golden of arms 'Cuz you know I stay quoting with charm (Member that one??) But uh.. we hustle Til our knees buckle Or 'til every hater through to ever G Love you I could give a f** if you want the wee scuffle All we gotta say is "Aiight. Peace. f** You."