This Goes Out

[Intro: Jagged Edge]

This goes out to all them hustlers

Everybody out there making them ends meet

I ain't mad at ya

J.E., y'all

(This goes out to ya, this goes out to ya)

This goes out to everybody

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

[Verse 1: Jagged Edge]

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 gettin' down the same as them

See Lord, tryna hustle

Must be somethin' that was Heaven sent

A lot of rent, wouldn't it pay

Without this trade that we call hustlin', y'all, y'all

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

This goes out to the cats on the corner (Well, well)

Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar (Just to get a dollar, y'all)

I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you (Hold 'em up high)

This goes out to the girls in the street

That goin' all out just so their kids can eat (Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you

This goes out

[Verse 2: Jagged Edge]

I used to be at that point

Goin' on the road doin' things that I know just wasn't right

And now I'm lookin' 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 (Uh)

This goes out to my homies, yeah (Uh)

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

This goes out to the cats on the corner (Yeah)

Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar (This goes out)

I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you (For my homies)

This goes out to the girls in the street

That goin' all out just so their kids can eat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something (Uh)

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you (Uh)

This goes out

[Verse 3: Big Duke, Jagged Edge & Both]

Ayo, I welcome the struggle like I welcome the hustle (That's right)

Find the right one, take it and bubble, that's on the muscle

I ain't givin' in, I'm tryin' to win

And if I gotta get my hands a little dirty (Lord), then I'm sorry for sin (Ooh, I'm sorry)

But the Fed' don't understand, ain't no bread

So brothers have to learn and bake to make bread (Yeah)

Chicks use their ass and shake to make bread

But I ain't mad at ya, shawty, keep them kids fed (Uh, uh, oh)

[Verse 4: Joe Blak, Jagged Edge & Both]

This goes out to my whole 5-81 clique

I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this (Oh, we used to dream of this)

Rich cars, fine homes (Homes), girls with nice tones (Tones)

Dime pieces standin' in line to show us their thongs (Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong)

Went from riding six deep (Uh) in a little ass jeep

To Cadillac trucks and Benzes, prowling the streets

We gon' ball 'til we fall (Uh) 'cause we fadin' 'em all

Put your glasses in the air, this goes out to y'all (This goes out to y'all)

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]

This goes out to the cats on the corner

Stressin' and strugglin' just to get a dollar (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something (I ain't mad at ya, dawg)

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you (Keep your head up)

This goes out to the girls in the street (It don't matter what they say)

That goin' all out just so their kids can eat (Don't matter what they say, no)

But I ain't mad at ya, gotta do something (No, no, no, woah, woah)

Hold your head up 'cause they can't touch you (We gon' keep the heavens singing, no, no, no, no, no)

[Outro: Jagged Edge]

This goes out to my homies (Yeah, I got your back)

You can't judge me if you don't really know me

This goes out to my homies (Said this goes out)

You can't judge me if you don't really know me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

This goes out to my homies (Ooh, yeah, this goes out)

You can't judge me if you don't really know me

This goes out to my homies (My dawg, woah)

You can't judge me if you don't really know me (Oh, yeah)