Who The F R U!?

(Chezza)

Yaoowwww..

Big Nickel Music...

(Mister Miller)

Mister Miller man..

You know how WE do...

(Mister Miller Chorus)
Who The Fuck Are You!?
Someone I really never knew
Though you think that we do..

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Acting like you run with my crew
Don't know what we('ve) been through

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Who Are you...

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Who Are you...

Who the fuck that you think that you are
Posing like a big superstar
Keep it up you won't see tomorrow..

(Verse 1: Chezza)
Who the fuck are you
Tryna fuck 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 niggas 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 Fuck Are You!?
Someone I really never knew
Though you think that we do..

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Acting like you run with my crew
Don't know what we('ve) been through

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Who Are you...

Who The Fuck Are You!?
Who Are you...

Who the fuck 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 shit '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 passin me
..So you better stop gassin' 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' ass 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 fuck if you want the wee scuffle
All we gotta say is
"Aiight. Peace. Fuck You."