[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 2X: 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 2X
  
  [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 2X