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[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' Letras de canciones1 - 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 From Letras Mania