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

[Maze] I'm seein n***as are stealin, the LOM seein six juniors Rumors I'm hearin, n***as got some sh** brewin And appearin to me, clearly, ya n***as fear me And comparin to me, ya frill healy Maze who come nearly, some the Projects thru youngers Gun sh** 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**, what you need now n***as sayin if you got beef, play it close For ya whole a** n***as, 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**, 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***as 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**, Don P bug sh** 38 slug sh**, f**in out in public Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time For pain I spit rhyme, ya n***as can touch mine, muthaf**as Chorus 2X [Maze] Off top, I drop j**els like this till I die My man Shan said Maze when you spit n***as 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 a**, jar bless One of my mans keep the jar on his garment Stash of rap, no lesson [Musolini] For head rhyme n***as think they got nine lives Hit them 9 times, explicit forecit crimes Yo this for my b**hes and thugs, riches and love Live by the gun, so I guess my d**h will end in a slug Young n***a 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** When n***as except early d**h for gettin locked up Chorus 2X