Lyrics of 'This Goes Out' by Edge

This goes out
To all them hustlers
Everybody out there
Making them ends meet
I ain'T mad at'Cha
J.e. yall
This goes out to everybody
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out
I'M telling you this goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya
This goes out
This goes out to ya
This goes out to ya

V1 some people sleep five to a bed
Three at the feet
Two at the top
So really can'T talk
About how they should live
When i know in my heart
If it came down to it
I be getting down
The same as them
See lord
Tryna hustle
Must be something
That was heaven sent
A lot of rent
Wouldn'T be paid
Without this trade
That we call hustlin
Yall yall

Hook
This goes out
To the kat'S
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do somehtin
Hold your head up
Cause they can'T hurt'Cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That'S goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they can'T touch you

V2 i use to be
At the point
Going out on the road
Doing things
That i know
Just wasn'T right
And i'M now
I'M looking back
No not afraid to tell it no
Just i never did say it
But i can tell you that
I'D rather take a bullet
In my head
Than leave myl family unfed
And that'S the way it is
This goes out to my homies

Hook
This goes out to the kats
Ont the corners
Stressin and strugglin
Just to get a dollar
I ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they can'T hurt'Cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That'S goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do somethin
Hold your head up
Cause they can'T touch you

Tatu:
A yo
I welcome the struggle
Like i welcome the hustle
Find the right one
Take it an bubble
That'S on the muscle
I ain'T given in
I'M trying to win
And if i gotta get my hands a little dirty
I'M sorry for sin
But the fam don'T understand
Ain'T no bread
So brotha'S have to learn to bake to make bread
Chicks use they ass to shake to make bread
But i ain'T mad at'Cha
Shawty keep them kids fed

Duke:
This goes out to my whole 581clique
I often remeniss
When we just dreamed of dis
Big cars
Fine homes
Girls with nice tones
Dime pieces
Standing in line to show us the thong
Went from riding six deep
In a little ass jeep
To cadalic trucks
And benzs prowlin the streets
We gone ball til we fall
Cause we fading all
Put your glasses in the air
This goes out yo yall

Hook
This goes out
To the kat'S
On the corners
Stressin and struggling
Just to get a dollar
I ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do something
Dohld your head up
Cause they can'T hurt'Cha
This goes out to the girls
On the street
That'S goin all out
Just so they kids can eat
And i ain'T mad at'Cha
Gotta do something
Hold your head up
Cause they can'T tough you