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Outlawz F/ Supreme C, Mil Miscellaneous Maintain [EDI - Talking] Uh, time done came, maintain This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah) [Napolean - Verse 1] The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door All them race for the money at the end of the road Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy You crossed the game that the streets don't like And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh) Just write my frustrations on my notepad And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag When I was three years old, I done known that [Supreme C - Verse 2] And yo the game got a nigga fucked up I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow) Change your main form to ashes to dust Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut I crush any competitor, writin back his editor Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone I'm explosive when my rap over-doses Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team The williest, silliest, but yet I'm dead serious Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin Foul minds, I'm in your ears like a loud nine Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time It's on again, got a brother feelin born again I swore to win then, naturally my order's in Recorded and stated, let the record show I made it This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded Outlawz! [Chorus - Napolean & EDI] Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin) You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh) One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change) They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain) Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch) Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh) Fuckin with that money now your brain tame You fuckin the game and yo we maintain! [Young Noble - Verse 3] And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough And you ain't never know Yak and Pac so give it up! [Kastro - Verse 4] I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha...me too) Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again I put a box under rocks to dump a body in And I swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh) Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me We maintain! Chorus [Mil - Verse 5] I'm a hell-raisin nigga and I'll burn the place up (Mil) The streets made me, look at me now and I'm straighten up When I rolled on your block, all I see is your pump When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck Speak it cheap-goin nigga, I got the heart of a thug Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all [EDI - Verse 6] Every day I'm stuck in this game so I got to play it Yeah I made up my bed so I got to lay in it There's only one way out, limo, window tinted My momma prayin daily for my spirit Fuck that! I'm here to stay nigga deal with it And I'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it Meals, I'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when I get it Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? Think it's a joke? Part it out while I kick it and smoke We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up I keep my guns up, for these killers My eyes on these bitches And when it's me and the law, shit I'm the first to draw Maintain, till the end of the game Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man? Chorus x 2 [Kastro - talking over second chorus] Fuck that! Fuck that! Fuck you too baby! Fuck all y'all niggaz I'm on some maintain shit All my money gettin niggaz maintain Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years It's called a general, It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it? Can you maintain? |
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