For my dogs in the pen, my **** hold ya head

For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can

For my homies in the street game, tryna get ahead

For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds

To the babies, born already on dope

Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat

Baby daddies, it ain't too late—you can participate

Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you

Ghetto children, you're the spark, you're the energy, you're the heart

To the grandma's, you're the glue cause you know things fall apart

To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's

To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's

To the comrades on the grind

Let me see who comes to mind

To my clique, to stic. Oh yeah, I can't forget

What up Tahir? What up Abu?

What up Common? What up Badu?

Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don

We 'bout to get our "free" on

That's F-R double-E on

In case you didn't hear me, hear me, hear me

Don’t be following no bullshit cause bullshit'll get you killed. Real shit’ll get you killed, but bullshit’ll get you killed fo' sho'