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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 an |
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