Outlawz

Outlawz - Maintain lyrics

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(feat. Supreme C & Mil)

[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)

[Verse 1: Napolean]

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

[Verse 2: Supreme C]

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!

[Verse 3: Young Noble]

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!

[Verse 4: Kastro]

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]

[Verse 5: Mil]

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

[Verse 6: EDI]

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 x2]

[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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