Fiend This For My Lyrics

This For My Lyrics

[Fiend] 

Look alive, recognize, my man Shocker 

Money, power, fame,
ya know I'm saying, whatever 

But listen, who you really do this for
Shocker? 

Tell em what you really do this for 



[Silkk] 

This for my thug niggas (huh), what, my drug dealers 

From the pound
to mix around, hard to give you a hug niggas 

For my key and a half
niggas 

Facing 10 but took a plea for 3 and a half niggas 

For
niggas who look the four corners, sit in the dark 

Ghetto shit, ghetto
niggas, the ones that spit when they talk 

Shit, nigga put shots, better
believe they be hitting your heart 

I can't stop, everything that I drop


what they doing?, hitting the charts 

This for the real, the fake
I just can't respect y'all 

This for the one with the 3 hearts in the cut


only use the phone to make collect calls 

This for my real niggas
that be holding they ground 

In the middle of the projects, still holding
it down 

For my Thurston House niggas 

The triple beam niggas 

The ones that scheme niggas 

To get the cream niggas 

I mean the
ones by any mean niggas 

The ones that keep it real, that keep the steel


Always survive, gotta ride nigga, creep to chill 

To all my East
niggas, my West niggas 

my South niggas, my North niggas 

The ones
with no heart niggas 

the ones that set it off from start niggas 

The ones like me, that's popping in the game 

If you tell em once,
they ain't listening 

I come back, and I'm popping them things 

The
ones who put lies in they names, so hit the block 

See that biggest nigga,
tell that, yo, nigga you gotta raise up off the spot 

You got til 12
o'clock to raise up 

good bye or I'm coming back with the gauge up 

For all my niggas that be like Silkk's my dawg