Lyrics
(Oh) yeah (let's go)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a fifty two box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggas is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been runnin' shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin 'my green grow, like I'm waterin' seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggas callin' for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably 'cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggas asked for direction to go on this track
I said, "Fuck a direction, spaz out"
Get 'em up high
(Crooked)
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave, and go straight to hell
When your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up?)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin' dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin' fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a nine and aim