Lyrics:
I am, taking a chance
Walking with my laces loose
Wrapped up, taking the maze
That everybody's running through
I'm sick of, black tie
Nickel
beats, state this stitch on my national fabric
My daughter will speak the Arabic, that's how I live
Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
I
Ninety five, sh-ninety five on the coffee table
Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel
Pistol in designer boxes, shoe boxes in bedrooms
Some got
the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that
Way off down the road
There comes Wagon Red
Found himself a nickel
Went straight to his head
Get on down
Get on down
Get on down
Whoa
I
Let's go back to yesterday
When a phone call cost a dime
In New Orleans, just a nickel
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
and they'll shake it 'til they foot hurt
Say she dressin' for time, she got a lot of that
She ain't no nickel and dime, she got a dollar back
When she step her
seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the bronx best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, macdonald, cup
pen
Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again?
I call up the Grand Central, "information please.
Is that nickel line on time? Oh fine!"
It's never straight up and down
It's never straight up and down
Oh you got a nickel
I got a dime
I'd like to get to know you
But I haven't got
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from
Swore he was
of all evil
Do funny things to some people
Give me a nickel, brother can you spare a dime
Money can drive some people out of their minds
Got to have it, I
and green, I bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold, the wheels is gold, the chrome is silver
Nickel-plated, if it's blazing than the chrome will- ya
range
Rings and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow
All you
album
Definitely inspired me
Imagining me chilling in New York City in
'94, coppin' nickel bags in the park
Rooting for the Knicks
Watching Ewing pass it
the baby stretchers
Supreme vest and leathers over baby Hecklers
(ah)
40 issue nickel, hit you close range twice
(boom boom boom)
Advisory Board Crystals,
friend
To the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Well, I know the routine
So put another nickel in the machine
I'm
rehab remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow
When they was all back of a nickel like Monticello
When the underworld had to be smarter than
the hardest lines
Never were blind
To the crime
For nickels and dimes
When the soul is heavy you can feel it bearin' down
Yeah, be careful what you
Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes
Hodgy Beats, where he? Looking for a large payroll
Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos
I'm tryna stack
the nigga a Lambo just to show him he was next
I'm charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back
60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that's a 50
right now we living and we doing fine
And I understand why you living that life
We from the same hood, that's a nickel and dime
That's all we know
God
is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work overtime
So I'm standin' by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
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