Police Rush the Spot lyrics
by WC
[Maze]
I'm seein n*ggas are stealin, the LOM seein six juniors
Rumors I'm hearin, n*ggas got some sh*t brewin
And appearin to me, clearly, ya n*ggas fear me
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly, some the Projects thru youngers
Gun sh*t 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 sh*t, what you need now
n*ggas sayin if you got beef, play it close
For ya whole ass n*ggas, 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 2X: Noreaga
Man sh*t, 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t, Don P bug sh*t
38 slug sh*t, f*ckin out in public
Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time
For pain I spit rhyme, ya n*ggas can touch mine, muthaf*ckas
Chorus 2X
[Maze]
Off top, I drop jewels like this till I die
My man Shan said Maze when you spit n*ggas 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 n*ggas think they got nine lives
Hit them 9 times, explicit forecit crimes
Yo this for my b*tches and thugs, riches and love
Live by the gun, so I guess my death will end in a slug
Young n*gga 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 f*ck
When n*ggas except early death for gettin locked up
Chorus 2X