N.o.r.e.

N.o.r.e. - Police Rush the Spot lyrics

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(feat. Maze, Musolini)



[Maze]

I'm seein niggas are stealin, the LOM seein six juniors

Rumors I'm hearin, niggas got some shit brewin

And appearin to me, clearly, ya niggas fear me

And comparin to me, ya frill healy

Maze who come nearly, some the Projects thru youngers

Gun shit confronted, by jakes poppin up like late walkers

All around, all ya can all go down

We match pound for pound, 'cept our last 16 rounds

Which it ticks me now, I spit swift like our leaf fist

Crystal weave drown, real shit, what you need now

Niggas sayin if you got beef, play it close

For ya whole ass niggas, sprayin the toast big moss

It's like a dose of gun powder to a ol' pounder

The sounds of Maze and Mus' lay moose while typical tray gon choose



[Chorus x2: Noreaga]

Man shit, police just rush the spot

I hot a jar in my pocket, and I still do rock

Off top, Maze and Mus' ready to drop

So what you hatin on, what you hatin on



[Musolini]

Holler at ya partner man, gettin high with me

Ride with me, keep the luger nine with me

Since a young kid, I never listened

Streets and prisoners, penns sittin

Zit bitten, foul decision

But respect the game, except a change

Ex-friends, sayin my name

Funny how things never stay the same

Many say "keep ya enemies closer for sober"

BK to Corona holdin the toaster

Funny style niggas got me lookin over soldiers

Leaders and soldiers, separate the wooboos from the boulders

Do you believe in God? Allah Gehova

We live this thug shit, Don P bug shit

38 slug shit, fuckin out in public

Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time

For pain I spit rhyme, ya niggas can touch mine, muthafuckas



[Chorus x2]



[Maze]

Off top, I drop jewels like this till I die

My man Shan said Maze when you spit niggas fry

I grew around reputer losers that's why

I knew the math for the future

In my path of youth, out for the cash

My mans in the ass, jar bless

One of my mans keep the jar on his garment

Stash of rap, no lesson



[Musolini]

For head rhyme niggas think they got nine lives

Hit them 9 times, explicit forecit crimes

Yo this for my bitches and thugs, riches and love

Live by the gun, so I guess my death will end in a slug

Young nigga who watch the older dude

They show the rules, twin ammy illa, by the time I got bigger

Caught of in life, and not givin a fuck

When niggas except early death for gettin locked up



[Chorus x2]
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