[Syke talking]

Yeah, this goes out,

To all my little shorties, my nephews,

My lil homeboy's kids

My big homeboy's kids,

And uh, my neutral son Chris man

Little Corey Mack I had to put you in this one man

cause you know I love you



Verse 1:



Now take little Corey Mack just livin' on the edge

Not a care in the world just a walkin' dead, people said,

He wouldn't live past the age ah sixteen

Juvenile delinquent constantly sykin' up to dope fiends,

Mean mugging over thuggin' on everybody he knew

Had a down crew tripped out on them to,

But the booze started kickin' in he couldn't win

Now eighteen on his way to the state pen

Don't turn ya back on ya friends was in the letters he wrote

His mom going broke on packages and Newports,

Time's short and now his terror's on the streets

Big Corey Mack's back trippin' only been a week

At his peak wid his devilish game

His family's tryna keep him tamed

He's tryna build his street fame

He said he can't change or rearrange for the right,

Then he didn't come home one night,

You tell me what happened...



[Syke talks]

Now this one, goes out, to my little homegirls

Nelly's daughters and all my lil homegirls daughters



Verse 2:



Now take lil pretty fine Priscilla,

Got turned out, chasin' cash and drug dealers

Big willies only leave ya lonely and dissed,

Back in the day Priscilla wasn't even like this

She had to insist on being conceited, and flauntin' her looks

Instead ah reachin' her mind in the text book

Many got shook for havin' low budgets and regular cars

No action wid a buck she wants a movie star by far,

She's gorgeous and the center of attractio