This For My... lyrics

Artist  : Fiend 
Song : This For My...



 Send "This For My..." Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   [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 niggas (huh),
what, my drug dealers 

From the pound to
mix around, hard to give you a hug niggas 

For my key and a half niggas 

Facing 10
but took a plea for 3 and a half niggas 

For niggas who look the four corners, sit in
the dark 

Ghetto shit, ghetto niggas, the
ones that spit when they talk 

Shit, nigga
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 niggas
that be holding they ground 

In the middle
of the projects, still holding it down 

For
my Thurston House niggas 

The triple beam
niggas 

The ones that scheme niggas 

To get the cream niggas 

I mean the ones
by any mean niggas 

The ones that keep it
real, that keep the steel 

Always survive,
gotta ride nigga, creep to chill 

To all my
East niggas, my West niggas 

my South
niggas, my North niggas 

The ones with no
heart niggas 

the ones that set it off from
start niggas 

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 nigga, tell that, yo, nigga 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 niggas
that be like Silkk's my dawg