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... 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

If I could change the things I've done Would I be the only one To with again if only I could take your pain away And think of better, better things to say The highest price I'd gladly pay For you to live, just golden days, golden days, golden days So celebrate the moment now, have all that you desire We'll keep each other warm, together we'll weather the storm The children are dying and nobody's crying There's got to be something out there, someone who cares Got to be something out there Give me real life, the worry and the strife I'll throw it out of the window, to the dogs below So come with me I'll guide you through wardrobes of fantasy And treasure chests of what could be A world without anxiety A legacy of golden days, golden days, golden days Leave it all behind the blind leading the blind Have all that you desire Gotta be, gotta be someone out there Let's break the rules scattering the jewels Of joy amongst ourselves The lonely, lonely of the shelves Feel good about yourself, I'll drink to your health Have all that you desire I'm looking for something, and I don't know what it is

I'm sitting here on my own, Haven't seen you in a long, long time. This waiting's getting old. As I sit here I sing to myself A little tune that helps (sometimes) To pass the time. And this is how it goes, This is how it goes. This is how it goes Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Still sitting here on my own, Music's running through my head, Changes all the time. Just remember sing between the lines That little tune that helps the quiet moments To pass the time. And this is how it goes, This is how it goes. Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo Ooh waa ooh waa ooh Ooh waa ooh waa ooh hoo hoo