Maintain
Outlawz Lyrics


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[EDI - Talking]
Uh, time done came, maintain
This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life
Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)

[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy
You crossed the game that the streets don't like
And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight
I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh)
Just write my frustrations on my notepad
And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag
When I was three years old, I done known that

[Supreme see - Verse 2]
And yo the game got a nigga fucked up
I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow)
Change your main form to ashes to dust
Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut
I crush any competitor, writin back his editor
Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme see speakin
Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn
You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone
I'm explosive when my rap over-doses
Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted
See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes
Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team
The williest, silliest, but yet I'm dead serious
Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin
Foul minds, I'm in your ears like a loud nine
Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time
It's on again, got a brother feelin born again
I swore to win then, naturally my order's in
Recorded and stated, let the record show I made it
This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded
Outlawz!

[Chorus - Napolean & EDI]
Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)
You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)
One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)
They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)
Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)
Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)
Fuckin with that money now your brain tame
You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!

[Young Noble - Verse 3]
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent
And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit
And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down
And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds
And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan
Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man
And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week
You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat
And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough
And you ain't never know Yak and Pac so give it up!

[Kastro - Verse 4]
I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha...me too)
Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars
We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again
I put a box under rocks to dump a body in
And I swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well
My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail
We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)
Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me
We maintain!

Chorus

[Mil - Verse 5]
I'm a hell-raisin nigga and I'll burn the place up (Mil)
The streets made me, look at me now and I'm straighten up
When I rolled on your block, all I see is your pump
When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up
You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck
Speak it cheap-goin nigga, I got the heart of a thug
Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood
And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all

[EDI - Verse 6]
Every day I'm stuck in this game so I got to play it
Yeah I made up my bed so I got to lay in it
There's only one way out, limo, window tinted
My momma prayin daily for my spirit
Fuck that! I'm here to stay nigga deal with it
And I'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it
Meals, I'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when I get it
Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? Think it's a joke?
Part it out while I kick it and smoke
We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes
Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone
Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up
I keep my guns up, for these killers
My eyes on these bitches
And when it's me and the law, shit I'm the first to draw
Maintain, till the end of the game
Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?

Chorus x 2

[Kastro - talking over second chorus]
Fuck that! Fuck that!
Fuck you too baby! Fuck all y'all niggaz
I'm on some maintain shit
All my money gettin niggaz maintain
Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year
I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years
It's called a general,




It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?
Can you maintain?

Overall Meaning

The song "Maintain" by Outlawz carries a powerful message of staying true to oneself in the harsh realities of the street life. The opening lines by EDI call out to all those men hustling on the streets to keep up the pace and maintain their stand in the game. Napolean, in the first verse, paints an image of the brutal experience of the streets and his determination to continue hustling and leave his mark in the game. Supreme see, in the second verse, talks about his readiness to eliminate anyone who crosses him or gets in the way of his desire to succeed in the game. Young Noble builds on the group's loyalty, highlighting the importance of having a dependable group of friends who will stand by you in dire times. Kastro speaks about the significance of maintaining hustle, even if the road is tough.


The track ends with EDI’s verse highlighting the challenges of staying relevant in the game. He talks about the importance of perseverance and determination, knowing when to take risks and when to hold back. The lyrics of the song resonate with the concept of maintaining oneself through the tough times, not just in the street hustles but also of life in general.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, time done came, maintain
It's time to maintain. For all the hustlers and those in the street life, it's time to get that money and keep it.


The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
The streets are tough and dangerous, and this has been said before.


Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door
Drive-bys cause danger, and drug addicts are desperate for a fix.


All them race for the money at the end of the road
Everyone is competing to get the money at the end of the road.


Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm heavily armed, and ready to attack.


I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
I'm determined to get the money, and it's no laughing matter.


Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy
I'll shoot you and leave you bleeding like an ancient corpse.


You crossed the game that the streets don't like
You've broken the rules of the game that the streets have set.


And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight
Mess with us, and you'll be dead by tonight.


I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh)
I smoke my drug pipe and think about all the things I've never had.


Just write my frustrations on my notepad
I express my anger and frustration by writing it down.


And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag
Life is short and in the end, you're just another dead body getting tagged.


When I was three years old, I done known that
Even at a young age, I already knew the harsh reality of life.


And yo the game got a nigga fucked up
The game has messed me up.


I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow)
I can't trust anyone, but I know who to shoot.


Change your main form to ashes to dust
I'll kill you and you'll be reduced to ashes and dust.


Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut
My mind is corrupted, and I'm a killer lurking in the shadows.


I crush any competitor, writin back his editor
I'll destroy anyone who competes with me and their writing editor.


Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme see speakin
I'll shoot you and leave your body bleeding, and it's me, Supreme, doing the talking.


Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn
I'll manipulate you and then push you to the brink, you're nothing but a pawn to me.


And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you
You've never had anyone who's willing to sacrifice their life for you.


And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you
You've never had someone who will cry for you.


And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent
You've never had anyone who paid your rent for you.


And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit
You've never known anyone who was really legitimate.


And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down
You've never had anyone who will support and protect you.


And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds
You've never known any killers who would lend you money.


And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan
You've never had women that will sleep with your gang.


Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man
Or even worse, have women that will sleep with your partner.


And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week
You've never had anyone to show off your wealth to.


You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat
You can't hustle or survive on the street.


I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha...me too)
I enjoy women and all kinds of fast cars.


Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars
I also enjoy loud guns, making money, and going to strip clubs.


We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again
We see the day turn into night, and then back to day again.


I put a box under rocks to dump a body in
I hide a box under rocks to dispose of dead bodies in.


I swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well
I live in sin, and I can't pretend everything is okay.


My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail
My life is like being in a prison cell and I can't seem to escape.


I'm a hell-raisin nigga and I'll burn the place up (Mil)
I'm a dangerous person who will cause chaos and destruction.


The streets made me, look at me now and I'm straighten up
The streets shaped who I am, but now I'm cleaning up my act.


You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck
You're not strong, and won't survive for long, you depend on luck.


Speak it cheap-goin nigga, I got the heart of a thug
Don't underestimate me; I may look cheap, but I have the heart of a thug.


Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood
I'll kill you while you sleep on your pillow, leaving it soaked in blood.


And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all
I will show you how rough it is to be in my shoes, where I've never felt love.


Every day I'm stuck in this game so I got to play it
I'm always in this game, so I have to continue playing it.


Yeah I made up my bed so I got to lay in it
I made my choices in life, so I have to live with the consequences.


There's only one way out, limo, window tinted
There's only one way to escape, in a limousine with tinted windows.


My momma prayin daily for my spirit
My mother prays every day for my well-being and safety.


Fuck that! I'm here to stay nigga deal with it
I'm here to stay, so deal with it!


And I'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it
I'm one of the few real people who keep it real.


Meals, I'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when I get it
I will get my meals, but what matters is what I do after I get them.


Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? Think it's a joke?
Will these people come after me for my possessions? Do they think it's a game?


Part it out while I kick it and smoke
I'll break it down while I relax and smoke.


We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes
We live on the edge, hoping for a better future.


Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone
Our simple plans failed, and there's only two minutes left to be alone.


Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up
Either fall and give up, or keep going and stack money.


My eyes on these bitches
I'm focused on women.


And when it's me and the law, shit I'm the first to draw
And when it's me against the law, I'm quick to pull out my weapon.


Maintain, till the end of the game
Keep hustling and surviving until the game ends.


Fuck that! Fuck that!
I don't care about that!


Fuck you too baby! Fuck all y'all niggaz
I don't care about any of you!


I'm on some maintain shit
I'm focused on staying alive and surviving.


Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year
Most of the time, people make money and only last for a short period of time.


I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years
I'm striving to have money that will last for multiple decades.


It's called a general,
This is what a true leader is.


It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?
It's easy to make money, but can you keep it and make it last?


Can you maintain?
Can you survive and thrive for a long time without failing?




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: KAMIL BEALE, MUTAH W. BEALE, RUFUS LEE COOPER, MALCOLM GREENIDGE, CARL R. HARTE

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