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[*Joe Budden ad

[DJ On Point - talking over Joe
This shit right in called Young Niggaz
out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
Whole Ave, I see you

(DJ ON POINT)

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

[Chorus - Joe
niggaz, know I used to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to prove I the one nigga
B and E's, ups and dirty guns niggaz
This before I finally had my young nigga

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
Yo,
My first time locked up, I was a
Met up with mad I ain't seen 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 to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, without a court date
Just of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit
Great to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)
Naw gotta get my in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and
Can't ever remember feelin neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz
But hung up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same
A few of die, a few will take your place
I prayed to God that I catch another case
CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers
Was bein on Rikers, (wilin)
I've been through way worse than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)

[Chorus] - w/ ad

[DJ On Point - talking over
out to mixtapekings.com
Can't forget my nigga Moozoo, Square

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