[{"id":19282302,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"The Best of Organized Konfusion","duration":211.946667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: The Best of Organized Konfusion\n  duration_ms: 211947\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":96120,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":29398896,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"The Best Of","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: The Best Of\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":19061552,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda'\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":25049694,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":248.493333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n  duration_ms: 248493\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":23712992,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress (The Extinction Agenda)","duration":254.089646,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: Stress (The Extinction Agenda)\n  duration_ms: 254090\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":22380149,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)","duration":217.586667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (deluxe redux)'\n  duration_ms: 217587\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":22310536,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)","duration":257.358367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress: The Extinction Agenda (CD 1)'\n  duration_ms: 257358\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":28084941,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"},{"id":28300489,"name":"Maintain","trackName":"Maintain","artistName":"Organized Konfusion","albumName":"Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Edi - talking]\nUh, time done came, maintain\nThis for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\nGettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n[Napolean - verse 1]\nThe streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\nDrive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\nAll them race for the money at the end of the road\nFully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\nI'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\nPut a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\nYou crossed the game that the streets don't like\nAnd fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\nI guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\nJust write my frustrations on my notepad\nAnd life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\nWhen i was three years old, i done known that\n\n[Supreme c - verse 2]\nAnd yo the game got a nigga fucked up\nI don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\nChange your main form to ashes to dust\nMinds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\nI crush any competitor, writin back his editor\nLeave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\nPledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\nYou're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\nI'm explosive when my rap over-doses\nLabel me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\nSee me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\nMidnight screams, sharp-shooter team\nThe williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\nHate me with a passion up in the club mashin\nFoul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\nHoldin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\nIt's on again, got a brother feelin born again\nI swore to win then, naturally my order's in\nRecorded and stated, let the record show i made it\nThis dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\nOutlawz!\n\n[Chorus - napolean & edi]\nGettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\nYou hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\nOne time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\nThey eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\nYour baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\nNiggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\nFuckin with that money now your brain tame\nYou fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n[Young noble - verse 3]\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\nAnd you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\nAnd you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\nAnd you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\nAnd you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\nBetter yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\nAnd you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\nYou couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\nAnd you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\nAnd you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n[Kastro - verse 4]\nI love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\nLoud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\nWe watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\nI put a box under rocks to dump a body in\nAnd i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\nMy world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\nWe gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\nEvery body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\nWe maintain!\n\nChorus\n\n[Mil - verse 5]\nI'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\nThe streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\nWhen i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\nWhen you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\nYou're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\nSpeak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\nLeave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\nAnd i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n[Edi - verse 6]\nEvery day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\nYeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\nThere's only one way out, limo, window tinted\nMy momma prayin daily for my spirit\nFuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\nAnd i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\nMeals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\nWill these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\nPart it out while i kick it and smoke\nWe live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\nSimple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\nFall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\nI keep my guns up, for these killers\nMy eyes on these bitches\nAnd when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\nMaintain, till the end of the game\nMaintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\nChorus x 2\n\n[Kastro - talking over second chorus]\nFuck that! fuck that!\nFuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\nI'm on some maintain shit\nAll my money gettin niggaz maintain\nMost of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\nI'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\nIt's called a general,\nIt's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\nCan you maintain?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Maintain\n  artist: Organized Konfusion\n  album: 'Stress : The Extinction Agenda (30th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Edi - talking]\n  Uh, time done came, maintain\n  This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life\n  Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? holla! (yeah)\n\n  [Napolean - verse 1]\n  The streets is a mother fucker, and i done said it before\n  Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door\n  All them race for the money at the end of the road\n  Fully-loaded by my waist, i'm bout to explode\n  I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny\n  Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy\n  You crossed the game that the streets don't like\n  And fuckin with the outlawz will get you killed tonight\n  I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit i ain't never had (uh-huh)\n  Just write my frustrations on my notepad\n  And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag\n  When i was three years old, i done known that\n\n  [Supreme c - verse 2]\n  And yo the game got a nigga fucked up\n  I don't know who to trust, but i know just who to bust (bow)\n  Change your main form to ashes to dust\n  Minds stay corrupt, i'm a killa in the cut\n  I crush any competitor, writin back his editor\n  Leave your body leakin, it's supreme c speakin\n  Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn\n  You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone\n  I'm explosive when my rap over-doses\n  Label me ferocious on 'wanted' signs posted\n  See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes\n  Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team\n  The williest, silliest, but yet i'm dead serious\n  Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin\n  Foul minds, i'm in your ears like a loud nine\n  Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time\n  It's on again, got a brother feelin born again\n  I swore to win then, naturally my order's in\n  Recorded and stated, let the record show i made it\n  This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded\n  Outlawz!\n\n  [Chorus - napolean & edi]\n  Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)\n  You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)\n  One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)\n  They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)\n  Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)\n  Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)\n  Fuckin with that money now your brain tame\n  You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!\n\n  [Young noble - verse 3]\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you\n  And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent\n  And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit\n  And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down\n  And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds\n  And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan\n  Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man\n  And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week\n  You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat\n  And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough\n  And you ain't never know yak and pac so give it up!\n\n  [Kastro - verse 4]\n  I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)\n  Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars\n  We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again\n  I put a box under rocks to dump a body in\n  And i swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well\n  My world is a jail cell, i can't seem to find bail\n  We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)\n  Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me\n  We maintain!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Mil - verse 5]\n  I'm a hell-raisin nigga and i'll burn the place up (mil)\n  The streets made me, look at me now and i'm straighten up\n  When i rolled on your block, all i see is your pump\n  When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up\n  You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck\n  Speak it cheap-goin nigga, i got the heart of a thug\n  Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood\n  And i'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all\n\n  [Edi - verse 6]\n  Every day i'm stuck in this game so i got to play it\n  Yeah i made up my bed so i got to lay in it\n  There's only one way out, limo, window tinted\n  My momma prayin daily for my spirit\n  Fuck that! i'm here to stay nigga deal with it\n  And i'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it\n  Meals, i'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when i get it\n  Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? think it's a joke?\n  Part it out while i kick it and smoke\n  We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes\n  Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone\n  Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up\n  I keep my guns up, for these killers\n  My eyes on these bitches\n  And when it's me and the law, shit i'm the first to draw\n  Maintain, till the end of the game\n  Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?\n\n  Chorus x 2\n\n  [Kastro - talking over second chorus]\n  Fuck that! fuck that!\n  Fuck you too baby! fuck all y'all niggaz\n  I'm on some maintain shit\n  All my money gettin niggaz maintain\n  Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year\n  I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years\n  It's called a general,\n  It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?\n  Can you maintain?\n"}]