Young Niggas

歌詞

[Joe Budden: ad libs] [DJ On Point: talking over Joe Budden] This shit right here in called Young Niggaz Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat Whole Monie Ave, I see you (DJ ON POINT) [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Yo, my struggle's a little different Y'all niggaz was selling, I was sniffin Psyche, rewind it, I'm just kiddin (OH!) I was hangin with old cats, tryna put my bid in Same safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in Y'all was fuckin with pigeons (naw) I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!) Was still spittin, before the video vixens Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen Niggaz was still pitchin I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up) Guzzlin a fifth and I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!) Moms still bitchin She thought I knew better, but I didn't She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen) It's almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin) God lookin like the devil (oh) Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal I dropped outta school, naw not to be cool I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was fools Fuck I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet" Way back, I ain't even have my first toolie yet Angie ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em) Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yet Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yet What was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet [Chorus: Joe Budden] Young niggaz, know I used to be a young nigga I used to pop off to prove I ain't the one nigga B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns niggaz This before I finally had my little young nigga Young niggaz, God keep me from these young niggaz Not the smart ones Lord, just the dumb niggaz Might have me thinkin I'm still one of them niggaz Shit changed from when I used to be a young nigga (You know why his name is On Point, cause he On Point pussy) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Yo, aiyyo My first time locked up, I was a child Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a while (yeah) And it wasn't bad bein locked in with them (but) But couldn't fathom lockin in at 10 Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight One month, one shower, still without a court date Just bags of nicotine, rollin paper Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here? War stories, you hear a lot of shit here Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here...) Naw gotta get my mind in a new place Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste Can't ever remember feelin such neglect But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect) I thought if anything I had earned niggaz respect But niggaz hung up soon as they heard "Collect" Had my mag with the tits out O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there when you get out Bunch of the same people, stealin the same space A few of 'em'll die, a few will take your place I prayed to God that I never catch another case Cause CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze You wonder why Joey always hype and smilin (why?) I was this close to Rikers Island Was bein on Rikers, wilin (wilin) I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon) [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [DJ On Point: talking over Chorus] Can't forget my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square [Outro:Joe Budden - talking (echo)] For real God keep me from these little young niggaz man Cause I'll fuck around and get a bid Make me somethin stupid and shit Made me resort to bein... Bein the old me and shit I worked hard to get money I ain't tryna go back I ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up Keep me from these niggaz, for real