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[*Joe ad libs*]

[DJ On Point - talking Joe Budden]
This shit right here in Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the
Whole Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe
Yo, my struggle's a different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just (OH!)
I was with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get in (OH!)
Was spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by
was still pitchin
I was stealin money from my moms she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
Guzzlin a and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes glisten (OH!)
Moms still
She thought I knew better, but I
She tried to talk to 'em, listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's like somethin inside of me kept itchin
I the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found that looked like metal
I outta school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all was fools
Fuck I wanna up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even my first toolie yet
ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but wasn't a doobie yet
What was comin for me, but naw it ain't me yet

- Joe Budden]
Young niggaz, I used to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to prove I the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns
This before I had my little young nigga

Young niggaz, God me from these young niggaz
Not the smart ones Lord, just the niggaz
Might have me thinkin I'm still one of them
Shit changed from when I used to be a nigga

[You know why his is On Point, cause he On Point pussy]

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad locked in with them (but)
But couldn't fathom in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my straight
One month, one shower, still without a date
Just of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit
place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new
ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember feelin neglect
But snakes get (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I if anything I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag with the out
O.G.s' said to me the don't love you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same
A few of 'em'll die, a few will your place
I prayed to God I never catch another case
Cause CO's just treat us like we rats in a
You wonder why always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

[DJ On - talking over Chorus]
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square

[Outro - Joe - talking] (*echo*)
For
God keep me from little young niggaz man
I'll fuck around and get a bid
Make me stupid and shit
Made me to bein .
Bein the old me and
I hard to get money
I ain't go back
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, my eyes lit up
Keep me from niggaz, for real