Текст песни Maintain - Organized Konfusion
[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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