Just Maintain

[Intro: Xzibit] Yo, bring it live every time, mothafuckin' X To the Z, heh We got Hurricane G bringin' live though In 1996, yo There's a lot of wack motherfuckers out there, hah But we 'bout to bring it live every time like this Bring it, bring it, check it I tell 'em no, yo, yo, yo yeah-ah, yeah [Verse 1: Xzibit & J-Ro] I look you in your grill and I laugh inside Niggas always perpetrating like they down to ride But please, don't try to tell me what I cannot see What's the real definition of a fake MC? Muthafuckas only rapping since '93 and expect all props Them gettin' dropped like hot rocks "So stop what they doing 'cause I'm about to ruin," like Shock G Get turned to stone tryna rock me I separate my thought process from stress 24 tracks inside my brain, tryna maintain I bang shit without no gang or Jheri curls I seem like Kadeem in a whole Different World The girls (Girls!), the cars (Cars!) Niggas lose themselves (Yeah), forgettin' who they are When they try to be that superstar You don't understand, it's all in the game plan, exploit the art And watch Hip-Hop fall apart But I'ma do my part, and stay true And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you, hah [Chorus: Hurricane G & Xzibit] Uh I'm not the type to play games or drop names Just maintain, burn niggas out the frame (Yeah, like that! Heh) Doin' my part to stay true (Hah! Check it) And keep breaking down bitch niggas like you [Verse 2: Xzibit] And above all else, I represent it for myself Leavin' muthafuckas stretched out Or better yet X'ed out Xzibit accelerate, I rush it to the extreme like nicotine Never get me clean from your bloodstream We all can't bust, so do it how you must And if you hustle (Hustle!), avoid gettin rushed with handcuffs Plus, in God we trust, but don't trust us We just add to the ashes, then kick up the dust like that [Verse 3: J-Ro & Xzibit] I make it seem like you having bad dreams (Yeah, yeah) Have you wakin' up out your sleep by your own screams Xzibit has arrived, goddamit... We 'bout to rock the whole planet, and bitch niggas can't stand it Try to play the back and look intense, you need to hit a fence You don't want none of this hands-on experience I'm not the type to play games or drop names I just maintain and burn rappers out the frame (Hurricane G!), yeah [Verse 4: Hurricane G, Xzibit & Both] I bring it to the roughest, toughest mic killers Check a wannabe niggas (Nigga! Yeah, yeah) And you burn bitches, type vicious Imitating Hurricane flow for riches (Like that! Ha) You don't know the half, I got the ill vocab Doobie rap style getting bucked (Yeah, hah!) More freaky than your last good fuck Milkin' you like ba ba pieces (Wooo! Hah, like that!) Meetin' niggas' lyrical wishes Writin' rhymes and washin' out dishes (Hah!) Flowin' with the Likwit (Yeah!), wicked Representin' with my nigga Xzibit (That's right) And we gon' do it, and do it, and do it (Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah! Like that!) And do it 'til you satisfied! 'Cause shit is tight Boricua C.E.O. on the mic (Woo! Ahh) Smashin' and trashin', fuck Moschino fashions All you muthafuckas need to stop askin'! (Yeah! Hah, 1996) Valued more than the chrome on your last set of wheels! Hurricane! (Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah!) Here to reign on your brain, just maintain Just–just maintain [Outro: Xzibit] Yeah, tssh, just maintain Stop tryna keep it real, hah And just maintain Like that