This goes out to all them hustlers   Everybody out there making them ends meet   I ain't mad at'cha   J E y'all, this goes out to everybody      This goes out to you, this goes out to you   This goes out to you, this goes out to you   This goes out to you, this goes out to you   This goes out to you, this goes out to you      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   That was Heaven sent   A lot of rent wouldn't be paid 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 then   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      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      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 no bread   So brothers have ta learn to bake to make bread   Chicks use their ass and shake to make bread   But I,aint mad at ya shorty keep them kids fed      This goes out to my whole five eight one 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   The 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 ya   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 ya   This goes out      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