J-Ro - Just Maintain lyrics

[Xzibit] I look you in your grill and I laugh inside n***as always perpetrating like they down to ride But please don't try to tell me what I can not see What's the real definition of a fake MC? [J-Ro] Muthaf**as only rapping since '93 and expect all props [Xzibit] Them gettin dropped like hot rocks "So stop what they doing cause I'm about to ruin" Like Shock-G, get turned to stone tryin to rock me I seperate my thought process from stress, 24 tracks inside my brain Tyrin to maintain I bang sh** without no gang or jherri curls I seem like Kadeem in a whole different world It's the girls the cars n***as lose themselves, 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'mma do my part, and stay true And keep breaking down b**h n***as like you [Hurricane Gee] I'm not the type to play games or drop names I just maintain and burn rappers out the frame Doin my part to stay true And keep breaking down b**h n***as like you [Xzibit] And above all else, I represent it for myself, leavin muthaf**as stretched out Or better yet X-ed out Xzibit excelerate, I rush it to the extreme like nicotine Never get me clean from your blood stream We all can't bust, so do it how you must But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed with hand cuffs plus In got we trust but don't trust us We just add to the ashes, then pick up the dust [J-Ro] Like that I make it seem like you having bad dreams Have you wakin up out your sleep by your own screams Xzibit has arrived Goddamit [Xzibit] We bout to rock the whole planet, and b**h n***as 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 no the type to play games or drop names I just maintain and drop rappers out the frame [Hurricane Gee] I bring it to the ruffest toughest mic k**ers And you wannabe n***as And you burn bithces, type vicious Imitating Hurricane flow for riches You don't know the half, I got the ill vocab Doobie rap style getting bucked More freaky than your last good f** Milkin you like ba ba pieces Meetin n***as lyrical wishes Writin rhymes and washin out dishes Flowin with the Likwid, wicked Representin with my n***a Xzibit And we gonna do it, and do it, and do it And do it till you satisfied! Cause sh** is tight Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic Smashin and trashin, f** Moschino fashion All you muthaf**as need to stop askin Valued more than the chrome on your last set of wheels, Hurricane Here to reign on your brain, just maintain