Sit up straight, hold yo head, make yo bed, get yo bread,
This is for my niggaz locked up, fuck the feds,
Stay focused, still a long road up ahead,
On my mama I'm with this hustling till I'm dead (Dead)

Northside Slim
Twenty three on lockdown, How the fuck that sound,
Fresh from the streets, to fresh up on the compound,
Got that body, got that boy, they trying to still his life,
You can't tell that nigga nothing, he don't need advice,
Even though I tried to tell these nigga's wrong from right,
Behind that wall, the best thing is keep sharp knife,
Put it on for the family, that's the sacrifice,
Never thought twice, if it was it was to double up,
In them toy's we trust, numbers are us,
going through this shit, it got a nigga numb as fuck,
Thoughts focused on the hustle, trying to run it up,
Clutch, that's In God We Trust

Sit up straight, hold yo head, make yo bed, get yo bread,
This is for my niggaz locked up, fuck the feds,
Stay focused, still a long road up ahead,
On my mama I'm with this hustling till I'm dead (Dead)

Young Street