Dead prez, Maintain - The Pistol (Clean Version) lyrics

Yeah, for real long time
Poor people have suffered and check this:
Long time, we fighting even pull
Out gun for the food, see?

We ain't trying to hear shit but what?
(Cash money)
The whole world operating off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of
(Cash money) watch your back, money

You couldn't never
Understand how my mind tick i'm
On some old school crime shit
Where niggas hold tools to
Keep their dimes lit
Ain't no rules with these
Iron shots of stone, dun
This heat burn through your flesh
Straight to the bones
I’ll reach for the Buddha cess
And zone i’ll probably have
A future of stress, stay depressed
And be alone
But, as far as the present time
It’s on i’ll represent
Mines ‘til I return to the essence
And I'm dead and gone
Nobody want to be broke and you neither
Put me on the corner
Watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping shit
My niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take
Your wallet when we see ya but son
It gets deeper i'm running with
A clique that's being
Hunted by the grim reaper to all my peoples
In the man keeper
Let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like a education when
I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you
Need a motherfucking face lift
And, as a youth, I was a outcast
Running ‘round
With pellet guns, playing War
But now it's all about cash

I'm caught up, caught up and amidst this shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit
Son my crew got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It’s all about cash in the fistful (Fistful)
I'm caught up and amidst this shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit
Dun my crew got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It’s all about cash in the fistful

Up late night
And upset, I’m fed up niggas is coming up
Wet i'm dead up fuck trying
To keep your head up
And when it go down, word bond
We got to dead up
Too many locked down upstate son
It’s a set up my life has sped up many
Years I'm straight up
Plenty beers for who ain't here
And those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the
Club we couldn't run it
So we take the blade up in
The booth since we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losing the shirt
Showing the bare chest
I'm blessed puffing the skunk
Make me care less the best that you can do
Is duck my fucking crew
If the slugs don't get ya, Lord J'll dig ya
Acting artificial get you burnt by the pistol
Before it’s done
Even my guns'll turn to missiles
Don't have to blow the whistle
On you ‘cause everybody knows
You got to watch yourself
Around borderline psychos
Who know my people got to hold a
Mint or they ain't worth a cent
How can you represent if you
Can't pay the rent?
And leave a dent in my lifetime i'm caught up
In trife crime in fights you never
Know what you might find
We stand firm, meanwhile
‘cause niggas that seem wild
Be bucking blanks if they was men
They wouldn't fuck with pranks
I’ll leave them niggas alone
And stay home until
It cool down and they remember
How my tool sound

Caught up and amidst this shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit
Son my crew got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It’s all about cash in the fistful (Fistful)
Caught up and amidst this shit
And I ain't trying to hear shit
Son my crew got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol if I have to
In my mind
It’s all about cash in the fistful

We ain't trying to hear shit but what?
(Cash money)
The whole world operating off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of
(Cash money) watch your back, money

Yeah, we up on what we dealing
With we ain't no criminals we
Got the right to have gats
Long as the army, navy
Air force, marine got gats
We gon' hold heat, know’m saying? ‘Cause
Our army got to represent for
Us word up ayyo, maintain
(yeah) set that shit, son

Forever keeping
My shit cocked for drama stainless steel
Shit is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal
Making sour deals
Thugs up and amidst of these drugs
Caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle
How the Bronx rumble
Plagues spreading devils get deaded
Never regret it
Only known to set it still in existence
Obviously you’re jetted speak the desert
I’ll see the pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill ill deceitful
We consider lethal
God falling, niggas be pouring
Guzzling alcoholics
Two drinks too many's like
Whitey infiltrating your fortress
Shit is on we’re 'bout to form best prepare
For the storm y’all funny niggas
Quick to ring the alarm bomb fell
And now a nation is gel we had to dwell
For four hundred or more the Lord
Had the righteous living poor
Resurrecting the true and living
Back to power devils getting devoured
Niggas heard the God holler