(feat. H.A.W.K., Lil' Keke, Big Pokey, Chris Ward)



For my loved ones...



[H.A.W.K.]

Nine AM in the morning, everyday I wake

On the next pillow case, by my son's face

Gotta make some'ing shake, I kneel down and say my grace

I'ma hustle, till my motherfucking cash in place

Wake my boy up at eight, and then I proceed

To clothe and feed, and give him the knowledge he need

To spell write and read, And to take the lead

So he'll succeed, and he'll grow my younger seed

Then there's Pat, he knows where my heart is at

We play and chat, at times I think I'm playing with Pat

I know he's gone, sometimes he stays up in my hat

And I would give my last breath, if I could bring you back

His son is mine, he has our blood line

A beautiful mind, and here to suffice my grind

As for my niece, early got me on a leash

I wreck these beats, cause my kids got to eat



[Chris Ward]

I stay mashing for Young Whodi, his brother and his mother

That's my justification, for always hanging in the gutter

But it's so hot on the block, sometimes I feel I'm being smothered

This is my struggle, and what I do to make my feddy double

So how can I say I'm grinding for two, when I'm grinding for three

And there's really four of us, cause I forgot about me

I understand, there's no I in We

But I know if I can turn this dollar into a five, I can turn that five into a thee

So therefore, I'm trying to get my money as long as I can get it

By the good grace of God, for as long as I can get it

So if you still with it, then I'm with it

Well let's do it first, and then talk about how we did it

I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins

Though the sun shines, sometimes it feels like thunder and rain

If you could stand, one day in my shoes

Uh I promise, you still couldn't feel my hunger pains



[Hook x2]

Mama dry away your tears, I know daddy been gone

Day hustle to the night, but then he come back home

It's tough love daddy know it, but it is what it is

It's till death do us part, for my family and kids



[Big Pokey]

When I think about my daughter, I don't wanna be broke

Fuck prank when she walk, daddy wanna be 'woke

I'ma listen when she talk, let her tell me a joke

Eat french fries with her, while we sharing a Coke

Papa hands tell her no, don't play with soap

Keep God first, stay far away from dope

Pray and keep hope, don't play with broke

16 first car, daddy paying the note

Car keys get took, better stay on the note

You ain't ready for the water, better stay on your float

Baby keep your grades up, I'ma keep your bills paid up

From these shoes, to these shades up

Slacker boo, you gotta deal with me

It's tough love baby, that's just how it is with me

Trying to raise a God fearing, successful black woman

The man of the house, just follow my lead yeah



[Lil' Keke]

I bust it down the middle, there's no time to be greedy

If I only make a dollar, fifty-sec on the Ke'de

Me and baby two kids, that's twelve meals a day

The shelter plus the clothes, and the pillows they lay

I got a constant scratch, for the cookies to batch

For the shoes to match, and for the do's to latch

So I multiply, then I cash the check

I've been gone since the morning, I'll be back by the next

I'm the bread winner, like I'm 'pose to be

Dedication and family ties, is my secret recipe

Don't work without me, so I'm holding it down

Cook the food and tuck the kids, daddy coming right now



[Hook x2]



[talking]

Take Over, it's that real music man

Summer 2005, S.U.C. man (Take Over)

It's in a hood near you, know I'm saying

Millennium edition Vol. 2, Vol. 3 baby

Get ready for it