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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

Well here s to you
And your old crew
For when you used to run this town
Before the new kids came around
Before you came back
Before you went away
Before everything here changed

Here s to you
And your...

I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day
We were the children
Who sang in the morning...

Niemnogo tiepleje za stieklom no w zlyje morozy
Wchozu w eti dwieri slowno w sad ijulskich cwietow
Ja ich tak choczu sogriec tieplom no bielyje rozy
U wsiech na glazach ja celowac i gladic gotow

Refren:
Bielyje rozy bielyje rozy biezzaszczitny szypy
Czto s nimi sdielal snieg i morozy...

Love you, is what I do
Need you, desire in my blood for you
At first, I had control
For my worst distinguished feeling to be bold

[CHORUS:]
Syringe pulses into my veins
Eyes roll back I m in love again

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I knelt, a bed has taken...

Before I was born, late one night, my papa said everything s alright
The doctor paid, mama laid down, with a semitone bouncing all around
Cause the beebop stork was about to arrive
Mama gave birth to the hand-jive

I could barely walk when I...