| Nickel |
| I ain’t body nobody |
| Besides if I did, I’d prolly lie |
| And say I didn’t cause I’m free now |
| But inside I’m a concrete guy |
| So do that make me a liar? |
| Douse my soul then throw it in the fire |
| Without me you know you’d be admired |
| Now put my away for my sins cause the Lord knows |
| Instead of away in the pen cause the boy told |
| Ever since 5 years old it was music |
| That put me in touch with my freedom |
| Therefore it’s proven, 24 years later, music |
| Put me in them blues, shouldn’t been abusin' |
| What’s been good to me through this |
| This is for them losers wishin' I would chicken out and lose it |
| Miserable, alone niggas wishin' I was home with 'em, hate |
| I’mma go 'head and shake 'em |
| I stay low |
| In the grey fo' |
| Doe Range Ro' with the cocaine flow |
| I ghostwrite yo |
| I wrote Dre 4 |
| I roll like I’m old like I know K. Blow |
| I spit shit fly |
| You nitwits try |
| To see me, you be leavin' with Slick Rick’s eye |
| That’s the closest you comin' to bein' Ricky D |
| You can smell the smoke of the gun now give me fifty feet |
| «My peoples are you with me where you at?» — Wu-Tang Clan 'Da Mystery Of |
| Chessboxin' |