N.I.G.G.A.S.

This is for my niggas that did bids
All of my niggas that's doin' time for some shit that they ain't did
This is for my niggas that wild out
All of my niggas that ride out, all my niggas that hide out
This is for my niggas that buy weight
Niggas that leave on Monday, come back on a Friday
This is for my niggas that get high, all of my niggas that get by
All my niggas that get fly, this is for my niggas that cop Dutches
All of my niggas throwin' it up on them bikes and pop clutches
This is for my niggas that don't snitch, all of my niggas that don't bitch
All my niggas that tote fifths, this is for my niggas that don't cry
All of my niggas that don't smile, all my niggas that don't lie
This is for my niggas that take care, all of they kids
Order some bids, and take 'em to daycare
This is for my niggas that don't settle
All of my niggas that push pedals, all my niggas with gold medals
This is for my niggas that play ball, niggas that wanna get in the game
So they niggas can cake off, this is for my niggas that gave up
All of my niggas that's laid up, and ya mind is made up
This is for the borough of Sean Bell (rest in peace)
All of my niggas with strong will, all of my niggas that gon' kill
This is for my niggas that stand up, all of my niggas that's gon' fight
All my niggas that man up (c'mon), this is for my niggas with big dreams
All of my niggas in sick jeans, that be spittin' they sixteens
This is for the Tims and this is for the Brims and
This is for the Trims and this is for the rims and
This is for the kings and this is for the bosses
This is for the blings and niggas in the Porsches
This one's for Malcolm, this one's for Martin
Wish I coulda thanked them, look what they started
This is 'cause I'm tired of losin' (tired of losin')
Even though my music is crack, guess I'm tired of usin'
It's like I'm tired of rappin' and I ain't even that yet
And I'm askin' am I, ready for the rapture?
See, I'm just a little girl, caught in a mixed up world
Shoutout my girls, that be callin' me sista girl

A moment of silence, for all of this violence
For all of my mans that's locked in the pens, and trapped in silence
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you
Hold on (I see you)
Hold on (oh-oh, yeah-yeah)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (keep tryin')
Hold on (keep tryin')
Hold on (oh)
Hold on (hold on)

Rikers Island, Comstock and Downstate
Coxsackie, plus Clinton and Green Haven
They be gettin' it in, in
Can't forget Sing Sing
Elmira, Atica
Niggas that do they thing, thing

Hold on (I see you)
Hold on (oh-oh, yeah-yeah)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (hold on)
Hold on (keep tryin')
Hold on (keep tryin')
Hold on (oh)
Hold on (hold on)