[Fiend]

Look alive, recognize, my man Shocker

Money, power, fame, ya know I'm saying, whatever

But listen, who you really do this for Shocker?

Tell em what you really do this for



[Silkk]

This for my thug niggas (huh), what, my drug dealers

From the pound to mix around, hard to give you a hug niggas

For my key and a half niggas

Facing 10 but took a plea for 3 and a half niggas

For niggas who look the four corners, sit in the dark

Ghetto shit, ghetto niggas, the ones that spit when they talk

Shit, nigga put shots, better believe they be hitting your heart

I can't stop, everything that I drop

what they doing?, hitting the charts

This for the real, the fake I just can't respect y'all

This for the one with the 3 hearts in the cut

only use the phone to make collect calls

This for my real niggas that be holding they ground

In the middle of the projects, still holding it down

For my Thurston House niggas

The triple beam niggas

The ones that scheme niggas

To get the cream niggas

I mean the ones by any mean niggas

The ones that keep it real, that keep the steel

Always survive, gotta ride nigga, creep to chill

To all my East niggas, my West niggas

my South niggas, my North niggas

The ones with no heart niggas

the ones that set it off from start niggas

The ones like me, that's popping in the game

If you tell em once, they ain't listening

I come back, and I'm popping them things

The ones who put lies in they names, so hit the block

See that biggest nigga, tell that, yo, nigga you gotta raise up off the spot

You got til 12 o'clock to raise up

good bye or I'm coming back with the gauge up

For all my niggas that be like Silkk's my dawg