This Goes Out

[Intro]

This goes out to all them hustlers

Everybody out there making them ends meet

I ain't mad at'cha

JE y'all, this goes out to everybody

This goes out to ya, this goes out to ya

(This goes out)

This goes out to ya, this goes out to ya

(I'm telling you this goes out)

This goes out to ya, this goes out to ya

(This goes out, hey)

This goes out to ya, this goes out to ya

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Some people sleep five to a bed

Three at the feet, two at the top

So I really can't talk about how they should live

When I know in my heart, if it came down to it

I'd be getting down the same as them

See Lord, tryna hustle

Must be something that was heaven sent

A lot of rent, wouldn't it pay

Without this trade that we call hustlin'

1 - This goes out to the cats on the corner

Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar

I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something

Hold your head up cause they can't touch you

This goes out to the girls in the street

That going all out just so their kids can eat

But I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something

Hold your head up cause they can't touch you

This goes out

I used to be at that point

Going on the road doin' things

That I know just wasn't right

And now I'm looking back

I'm not afraid just tell it

No I never did shut up

But I can tell you then

I'd rather take a bullet in my head

Than leave my family unfed

And that's the way it is

This goes out to my homies, yeah

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[Big Duke]

Uh, uh, uh

Ay yo, I welcome the struggle like I welcome the hustle

Find the right one, take it and bubble, that's on the muscle

I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win

And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty

Then I'm sorry for sin

But the Fed' don't understand, ain't bread

So brothers have to learn and bake to make bread

Chicks use their ass and shake to make bread

But I ain't made at cha' shorty, keep them kids fed

[Joe Blak]

This goes out to my whole 5-81 click

I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this

Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice tones

Dime pieces standing in line to show us their thongs

Went from riding six deep in a little ass jeep

To Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets

We gon' ball 'till we fall cause we fadin' 'em all

Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all

Repeat 1

My homies

You can't touch me

If you don't really know me

This goes out to my homies

You can't touch me

If you don't really know me

This goes out to my homies

You can't touch me

If you don't really know me

This goes out to my homies

You can't touch me

If you don't really know me