This Is for

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah Well Chaze Best of the block Grim Team, ya heard? Then you can't do with this one wall Streets will listen, homie [Verse 1: Littles] Only killers console me, mess of you've ever owe me They smile and stab you in the back and they're not you homies I grew up with snakes, roaches and ratchet slums Shots roll EMS dawg never come Police patrol the hood, when we be on the grind Get rich quick selling nickles, desizing dimes I can put you on and got you, this mathematics to this game (Come on, man) I bought the first egg from P In my hood I had the biggest chain I'm voy from Philla's sleepers to them fat knots To see 74 one mane sell blocks But this is for my niggas who expire before time There's a war goin' on outside no man I rhymes Hug, got me and home me, this street's forever owe me I brought the bitch back from draught when y'll was selling phonies I don't fuck with soap, nope, never have revolve, no You're in the fear I left the streets and your ass still broke Money by all means, fuck with my money your ass'll Be hooked up eating through them eye fears [Hook: Prodigy & Littles] This is for my niggas dead upon block And this is for my niggas now shining on top Close your eyes, lil dunny, take away for this dope Open up your eardrums as the speakers blow smoke You know why I face, you know why I style But you, young grimy niggas, gonna change the wrong wile [Verse 2: Prodigy] All I wanna do is get my money and get high, little bitch Drive real fast on the highway with the six Keep a nice gun on me then dead a nigga quick Keep my jewels of the day with the ice, you dig? That's the life we live, we some hustling ass kids They called on early the how you supossed to get rich The only thing we do is party and get a little bid The folk Jesus out and we trying get a little bit Of that fatty tell your friends party over here They wanna see the hood, so we took 'em over there Getting real open at the same time they scared Get 'em nice off the Henny then the pussy gettin shared All I wanna do is be rich and rhyme a little bit Made hood film, sit back and laugh with my click Do tours to show the whole world we're the shit You see it's live in the flesh, yeah, you like how we kill [Hook: Prodigy & Littles] Close your eyes, lil dunny, take away for this dope Open up your eardrums as the speakers blow smoke You know why I face, you know why I style But you, young grimy niggas, gon' change the wrong wile This is for my niggas dead upon block And this is for my niggas now shining on top