[Sample]
And here's a song to sing
For every man inside
If he can hear you sing
It’s an open door
There's not a rich man there
Who couldn't pay his way
And buy the freedom that’s a high price
For the poor

[Tek]
This one is for
Blacko and Jus
D and Gutter
That's just to name a few I've got plenty of others
Like Sherm and O, Unique and Ruler
Bone just touched down, it's time to do it
For my n***as in Attica, stopped in Elmira
Playing razor-tag, setting n***as on fire
[?] from the stuy, [?] from VA
Gotta get the guap by any means necessary
For my dudes doing bids, some fifty odd years
Comrades on the streets with the tattoo tears
Catch a body, hide a body, anybody, be a body
Hit a witness with the shotty, can't nobody see no body
[Rock]
To my two biggest cousins [?]
N***as steady rep
Better yet, my oldest brother Rufus I never met
I feel you
I'm real too
I'm still doing filth too
It's ill who will squeal to polil shit’l kill you

[Steele]
What you know about a reprimand?
Stuck in a jam ’cause your man chose to take the stand (Huh?)
What you know about a secret inditement?
Ass sitting up in Rikers 'cause your peoples was wired (Huh?)
Any bully gonna honor the code?
Do dirt, get dough, stay low, don’t even snitch to po
How many n***as keep they mouth closed under pressure?
How many really pop off when the enemy test ya?(Huh?)

[Buckshot]
This is for my n***as with them homemade tattoos
Walking with them thangs 'cause they know they stab dudes
If raps your new act [?] natural
In this habitat I'd rather that than my back bruised
Ask dude doing 50 a rep
How you move when you stick to your rep?
You know rest
Just, keep your head up when your scribing home
This is my letter to let him now he ain't riding alone
[Steele]
For the ones no longer with us
For my n***as, get your figures
Watch them bitches, watch them snitches
Stay focused on your riches
For the kids still listen
Especially those still missing
In god witness
Ride with ya
Crime mind [?]

[Rock]
What up Lil Rock?
I know shit is rough and you on lock
But um, could you please stop going to the box?
Could ya?
You and [?] will be home soon
You know them dudes provoke you and then tell when you open them fools
Oh, and Two Guns you know how we do
You my oldest and truest homie since day negative one ’til we over and through
Can't no jail cells keep us apart
You know damn well that's like the streets with no tar (huh?)
You know gon' stomp again and [?]
I promise myself by the time you got back I would have it poppin'
We get cake, 'cause the little homie K need all of us
Him and Touch one, he real loyal son
I miss y'all n***as