Maintain (Letra)

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C’mon, clap your hands, wind it up (x6)

Hush, i’m comin thru with the bum rush
Feelins forced style, adidas, cold crush
What? my style’s ridiculous
Who’s gettin wit that spectaculous, miraculous?
Word to lexus, i’m from new york
I’m flowin like dom p so unpop the cork
Now feelin me for real do’
I’m the one who came from the back and blew the brains out of al pacino
(word up) welcome to this rendition
Of lyricism, i’m on a doug e.fresh mission
Somebody stop me, i’m outta control please
Before i do autopsies on these mc’s
Open em up, they hollow on the inside
No heart pumpin, their organ missin somethin
Trueness, yeah they get no props
Without das i come with the real hip-hop

I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e is on the microphone, uh
I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e-d is on the microphone

Hold up, how y’all tryin ta play me, uh
When i paved the way for y’all punks to mc
You’re not hard, ol school pull your card
Wit the quickness, chump and jehovah witness
Agony of defeat on the street
In front of your crew diggin, in front of your main chicken
Oooh, it’s more than meet the eye, oh my god
Somebody got shook by a hardcore mirage
Speak on it, i get busy every week on it
Die e-i, i sing and get unique on it
The miracle child, the chosen one
(poof) behind the def squad come the truth
There chill, i got that microphone
So lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
I can’t believe, i come with the mad degrees, boy
Freakin the funk with extra shit up the sleeve, uh

I maintain
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e is on the microphone, uh
I maintain, huh
I hold it down, so gimme that microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like e-d is on the microphone, word

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[prince poetry]
I’m sitting at the edge of my bed and i’m fed
Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head
Life’s ready and i can’t make moves, it’s hard
And i thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders
Dropped the fat lp in ’91 of october
Now that i’m older and my man pops is gone
My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on
Do you remember mr. j used to say the beats was fat
But when it comes to business, nigga don’t play
I look beyond all this stress to seek fate
Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high
Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there
Daytime drama and his mama didn’t care
That’s why i should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully
But niggas be stressing me and i ain’t paid in fully
So i’m dropping something fatter, not for props
We’re respecting the matter, hops
I’m fat, check my stats, prince drops data for me and my man pops
Rolls-royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops
So now i’m in the chop shop creating masterpieces
So it don’t matter money what my funny label releases
Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me
And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee

We gotta maintain (repeat 8x)

[pharoahe monch]
Now it’s been saaaaaaaaaaid, a grown man ain’t supposed to cry
So whyyyyyy, are there tears inside my eyes?
I wake up in the morning, get some new problem
I just can’t solve ‘em
Yo, extreme kid, i’m telling you man, i’m on the brink of ???
Who’s that man in the mirror? ha!
The picture’s getting clearer and clearer, ha!
The end is coming nearer and nearer, ha!
Take a good look at what you fear, ha!
Time marches on and it’s a new song
It’s a new morning, it’s a new dawn
Feet don’t fail me now, i got to make it to the studio someway somehow
But i need a little bit of nourishment first
I stop at the store to quench my thirst
Why are they watching me buy my juice?
Why must they clock my buy my juice?
Just give me my change and please put my change in my hand
Man would you listen to me if i didn’t have a tan?
All you have to do is show some decency
But you want to bring out the beast in me
Papa always told me…be all you can be
And maintain, gotta maintain

(ad-libs to end)

Maintain (Letra)

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[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?

Maintain (Letra)

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Verse one: masta ase

I’m surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit starts it don’t end
Until somebody’s gone with the wind
And i’m tryin’ to keep a level head so instead
Of goin’ out to die, i write rhymes on my bed
And little kids at the playground
Better stay down
Keep duckin’
Cause somebody else is buckin’
Don’t seem to be no relief from the beef
Only nigga round my way without the gold teeth
And the gold chain, with the whole name on my neck
Jewelries your worse enemy without a tech
I’m tryin’ to maintain, but it ain’t workin’
Niggas keep lurkin’
Through the darkness i see the grim reaper smirkin’
Could it be that he’s smilin’ at me
Not tryin’ to see fatal injury, injury
What must i do to avoid the pain
It seems insane, but i gotta maintain
I can feel the pressure on my brain
Feel the strain
But i gotta maintain

Chorus:
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain

Verse two: lord digga

Back in the days i use to do a little dirt
Now that’s comin’ back around, and man it hurts
To see everbody gettin’ on
But i got to wait cause of the things i done wrong
In my life, i regret it
But the man upstairs won’t let me forget it
Everytime i think of doin’ somethin’ right
Here comes a dark tunnel with no signs of a light
I got to fight to keep my head above water
Dollars are real tight, i be askin’ bums for quarters
I had enough of the quick cash
So i got to find a way to make the shit last
In the past i woulda just gave up
But there’s more days to come, i know they bring ya good luck
So i’m a keep doin’ what i’m doin’
Sippin’ on the brew and catchin’ wreck wit my crewin’
I feel stuck with a lot of aches and pains
And it’s stressin’ me, but i gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ i gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ i gotta maintain

Chorus

Verse three:

There’s too much pressure and stress on my chest
Life’s a mess
And i feel depressed
Seems so hard to survive and stay alive
Jump in my ride and i drive, doin’ 95
With my system blastin’
I’m passin’ cars in the right lane, light change i’m gasin’
No, destination
But i’m racin’
With my lights on, i got my brights on
Play the right song
And the sweat beeds my five
Drive past five-o and now they givin’ chase
They’ll probably want to know where the fire’s at
Or where the drug buyers at
Fuck, my tire’s flat
I guess i’m pullin’ over, to take a loss
But it won’t be the loss of my life from drivin’ off course
God knows i need to be here to shap me son’s brain
So i gotta maintain

Chorus

Chorus (fades out)