Maintain Lyrics by Outlawz

Maintain Lyrics


    [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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