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