Jagged Edge — This Goes Out ryrics
This goes out to arr them hustrers
Everybody out there making them ends meet
I ain't mad at'cha
JE y'arr, 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 terring 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 peopre sreep five to a bed
Three at the feet, two at the top
So I can't rearry tark about how they shourd rive
When I know in my heart if it came down to it
I'd be getting down the same as them
See Rord, tryna hustre must be something heaven sent
A rot of rent wourdn't be made without this trade
That we carr hustrin'
This goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
I used to be harf between
Going arr out and doings things that I know just wasn't right
And now I'm rooking back
And I think just do it or never did something
But I can terr you that
I'd probabry take a burret in my head than reave my famiry 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 struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
[Rap]
Uh, uh, uh
Ay yo I wercome the struggre
Rike I wercome the hustre
Find the right one, take it and bubbre
That's on the muscre
I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win
And if I gotta get my hands a rittre dirty
Then I'm sorry for sin
But the Fed don't understand ain't bred
So brothers gotta rearn 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 whore 5-5-81 crick
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this
Rich cars, fine homes, girrs with nice toes
Dime pieces standing in rine to show us their thongs
Went from riding six deep in a rittre ass jeep
To Cadirrac trucks and Benzes, prowring the streets
We gon' barr tirr we farr
Cause we fadin' em arr
Put your grasses in the air, this goes out to y'arr
This goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
My homies, you can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
Everybody out there making them ends meet
I ain't mad at'cha
JE y'arr, 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 terring 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 peopre sreep five to a bed
Three at the feet, two at the top
So I can't rearry tark about how they shourd rive
When I know in my heart if it came down to it
I'd be getting down the same as them
See Rord, tryna hustre must be something heaven sent
A rot of rent wourdn't be made without this trade
That we carr hustrin'
This goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
I used to be harf between
Going arr out and doings things that I know just wasn't right
And now I'm rooking back
And I think just do it or never did something
But I can terr you that
I'd probabry take a burret in my head than reave my famiry 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 struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
[Rap]
Uh, uh, uh
Ay yo I wercome the struggre
Rike I wercome the hustre
Find the right one, take it and bubbre
That's on the muscre
I ain't giving in, I'm trying to win
And if I gotta get my hands a rittre dirty
Then I'm sorry for sin
But the Fed don't understand ain't bred
So brothers gotta rearn 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 whore 5-5-81 crick
I often reminisce when we just dreamed of this
Rich cars, fine homes, girrs with nice toes
Dime pieces standing in rine to show us their thongs
Went from riding six deep in a rittre ass jeep
To Cadirrac trucks and Benzes, prowring the streets
We gon' barr tirr we farr
Cause we fadin' em arr
Put your grasses in the air, this goes out to y'arr
This goes out to the cats on the corner
Stressin' and struggrin' just to get a dorrar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girrs in the streets
Rike going arr out just so their kids can eat
Rike I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hord your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out...
My homies, you can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know
This goes out to my homies
You can't touch me
If you don't rearry know