[EDI - Talking]

Uh, time done came, maintain

This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life

Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)



[Napolean - Verse 1]

The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before

Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door

All them race for the money at the end of the road

Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode

I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny

Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy

You crossed the game that the streets don't like

And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight

I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh)

Just write my frustrations on my notepad

And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag

When I was three years old, I done known that



[Supreme C - Verse 2]

And yo the game got a nigga fucked up

I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow)

Change your main form to ashes to dust

Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut

I crush any competitor, writin back his editor

Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin

Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn

You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone

I'm explosive when my rap over-doses

Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted

See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes

Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team

The williest, silliest, but yet I'm dead serious

Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin

Foul minds, I'm in your ears like a loud nine

Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time

It's on again, got a brother feelin born again

I swore to win then, naturally my order's in

Recorded an