Jagged Edge This Goes Out(feat Big Duke And Joe Blak Lyrics

This Goes Out(feat Big Duke And Joe Blak Lyrics

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 you, this goes out to you

 (This goes out)

 This goes out to you, this goes out to you

 (I'm telling you this goes out)

 This goes out to you, this goes out to you

 (This goes out, hey)

 This goes out to you, this goes out to you

 (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

 

 Some people sleep five to a bed

 Three at the feet, two at the top

 So I can't really 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 heaven sent

 A lot of rent wouldn't be made without this trade

 That we call hustlin'

 

 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 streets

 Like going all out just so their kids can eat

 Like 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 half between

 Going all out and doings things that I know just wasn't right

 And now I'm looking back

 And I think just do it or never did something

 But I can tell you that

 I'd probably 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

 

 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 streets

 Like going all out just so their kids can eat

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

 Hold your head up cause they can't touch you

 This goes out...

 

 [Rap]

 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 bred

 So brothers gotta learn to bake to make bread

 Chicks use their ass and shake to make breat

 But I understand shorty keep them kids fed

 

 This goes out to my whole 5-5-81 click

 I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this

 Rich cars, fine homes, girls with nice toes

 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

 

 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 streets

 Like going all out just so their kids can eat

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

 Hold your head up cause they can't touch you

 This goes out...

 

 My homies, you can't touch me

 If you don't really know

 This goes out to my homies

 You can't touch me

 If you don't really know

 This goes out to my homies

 You can't touch me

 If you don't really know

 This goes out to my homies

 You can't touch me

 If you don't really know