Jagged Edge

This Goes Out

Jagged Edge


[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 

Repeat 1 

[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