To my man L.O.D.  Def Squad
 Hey yo  this goes out to my man
 Adrissa "Knockout" Beauwright and Anthony "Apple" Ames
 Word is bond
 I'm talking to my peoples all across the land
 Relate to the situation at hand
 I know everybody done been in some shit
 And ready to lay niggas to rest
 Just proove it but check it
 We done did it  seen it  done it  been through it
 Swigged it  guzzled it  copped it, smuggled it
 Rocked it, chopped it, locked it
 Now we got the whole neighbourhood going through it
 Ay yo, money in the hood makes the game go good
 We only rock black jeans, black Timbs, and black hoods
 Karl Kani wasn't even out, dressing fly
 Rocking jams is what it was all about
 We had dreams of doing shit niggas never heard of
 Then damn my partner got murdered

 CHORUS: (12)
 (This goes out) To my mans

 Hey yo, close the blinds when you cooking
 My neighbours be looking
 My nerves is shooken so fuck it I'm off to Brooklyn
 To my cousin with the devilish grin, devilish way of livin
 But fuck it, he's still chillin
 Adrissa "Knockout" Beuwright druck 40s all night
 While I did the mic something right
 Catching wreck or we was playing ball
 Getting busy in any little hole in the wall y'all
 Street soldiers with good heads on our shoulders
 Wanted to go to school to be doctors and lawyers
 Well I got caught up in the system with two ounces
 Had to do a little time in the big houses
 Before I even knew it I felt it
 Ay yo, yo your cousin Knockout got murdered, right?
 Damn, that was my man

 Ill keep holding on (2x)

 I'm on the cutting edge cause I'm young and I'm black
 Now I feel like I got a monkey on my back
 But you know I'm stronger than that of course
 I puff on El and stay mental just knockin em off
 I'm just a bill on Capitol Hill
 Listen to ym Squad members
 Then we go for the kill
 As I smell the vapors linger
 I saw jealousy bring the anger in the chest with a banger
 I'm on a rage against the machin, what I mean
 I want to see my people
 With more than just first of the month cream
 The situation's always looking grim
 Pregnant teenagers with kids and can't take care of em
 For them niggas who did it, word to life
 I'm a get with ya
 Peace to my peoples, I'll never forget ya

 CHORUS:
 To my mans (2x)
 I'll keep holdin on (4x)
 To my mans