Verse One: Masta Ase
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I'm surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
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Ghetto dwellas
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With ammunition in their cellas
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And no remorse in their hearts
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When the shit starts it don't end
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Until somebody's gone with the wind
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And I'm tryin' to keep a level head so instead
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Of goin' out to die, I write rhymes on my bed
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And little kids at the playground
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Better stay down
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Keep duckin'
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Cause somebody else is buckin'
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Don't seem to be no relief from the beef
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Only nigga round my way without the gold teeth
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And the gold chain, with the whole name on my neck
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Jewelries your worse enemy without a tech
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I'm tryin' to maintain, but it ain't workin'
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Niggas keep lurkin'
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Through the darkness I see the Grim Reaper smirkin'
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Could it be that he's smilin' at me
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Not tryin' to see fatal injury, injury
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What must I do to avoid the pain
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It seems insane, but I gotta maintain
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I can feel the pressure on my brain
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Feel the strain
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But I gotta maintain
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CHORUS:
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Workin' hard may help ya maintain
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Be able to maintain
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Be able to maintain
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Workin' hard may help ya maintain
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Be able to, be able to
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Be able to maintain
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Workin' hard may help ya maintain
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Be able to maintain
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Be able to maintain
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Workin' hard may help ya maintain
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Be able to, be able to
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Be able to maintain
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Verse Two: Lord Digga
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Back in the days I use to do a little dirt
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Now that's comin' back around, and man it hurts
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To see everbody gettin' on
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But I got to wait cause of the things I done wrong
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In my life, I regret it
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But the man upstairs won't let me forget it
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Everytime I think of doin' somethin' right
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Here comes a dark tunnel with no signs of a light
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I got to fight to keep my head above water
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Dollars are real tight, I be askin' bums for quarters
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I had enough of the quick cash
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So I got to find a way to make the shit last
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In the past I woulda just gave up
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But there's more days to come, I know they bring ya good luck
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So I'm a keep doin' what I'm doin'
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Sippin' on the brew and catchin' wreck wit my crewin'
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I feel stuck with a lot of aches and pains
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And it's stressin' me, but I gotta maintain
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(Maintain, maintain)/ I gotta maintain
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(Maintain, maintain)/ I gotta maintain
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CHORUS
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Verse Three:
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There's too much pressure and stress on my chest
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Life's a mess
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And I feel depressed
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Seems so hard to survive and stay alive
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Jump in my ride and I drive, doin' 95
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With my system blastin'
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I'm passin' cars in the right lane, light change I'm gasin'
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No, destination
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But I'm racin'
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With my lights on, I got my brights on
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Play the right song
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And the sweat beeds my five
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Drive past Five-O and now they givin' chase
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They'll probably want to know where the fire's at
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Or where the drug buyers at
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Fuck, my tire's flat
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I guess I'm pullin' over, to take a loss
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But it won't be the loss of my life from drivin' off course
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God knows I need to be here to shap me son's brain
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So I gotta maintain
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CHORUS
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CHORUS (fades out)
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Maintain
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| Master Ace |
