This For My... lyrics

[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 n*ggas (huh), what, my drug dealers
From the pound to mix around, hard to give you a hug n*ggas
For my key and a half n*ggas
Facing 10 but took a plea for 3 and a half n*ggas
For n*ggas who look the four corners, sit in the dark
Ghetto sh*t, ghetto n*ggas, the ones that spit when they talk
sh*t, n*gga 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 n*ggas that be holding they ground
In the middle of the projects, still holding it down
For my Thurston House n*ggas
The triple beam n*ggas
The ones that scheme n*ggas
To get the cream n*ggas
I mean the ones by any mean n*ggas
The ones that keep it real, that keep the steel
Always survive, gotta ride n*gga, creep to chill
To all my East n*ggas, my West n*ggas
My South n*ggas, my North n*ggas
The ones with no heart n*ggas
The ones that set it off from start n*ggas
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 n*gga, tell that, yo, n*gga 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 n*ggas that be like Silkk's my dawg
For all y'all n*ggas that be hating, I be like f*ck all y'all