(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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Copy to Clipboard: (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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