Joe Budden: Young niggaz

[Joe Budden ad libs][DJ On Point - talking over Joe Budden]This shit right here in called Young NiggazShout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beatWhole Monie Ave, I see you(DJ ON POINT)[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]Yo, my struggle's a little differentY'all niggaz was selling, I was sniffinPsyche, rewind it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)I was hangin with old cats, tryna put my bid inSame safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get inY'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 vixensAround the time Ewing had got dunked on by PippenNiggaz was still pitchinI was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)Guzzlin a fifth andI was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)Moms still bitchinShe thought I knew better, but I didn'tShe tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)It's almost like somethin inside of me kept itchinI 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 metalI dropped outta school, naw not to be coolI was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was foolsFuck I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"Way back, I ain't even have my first toolie yetAngie ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yetTried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yetWhat was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet[Chorus - Joe Budden]Young niggaz, know I used to be a young niggaI used to pop off to prove I ain't the one niggaB and E's, stick ups and dirty guns niggazThis before I finally had my little young niggaYoung niggaz, God keep me from these young niggazNot the smart ones Lord, just the dumb niggazMight have me thinkin I'm still one of them niggazShit 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, aiyyoMy first time locked up, I was a childMet 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 10Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straightOne month, one shower, still without a court dateJust bags of nicotine, rollin paperDid pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?War stories, you hear a lot of shit hereGreat place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here ...)Naw gotta get my mind in a new placeGrimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpasteCan't ever remember feelin such neglectBut snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect)I thought if anything I had earned niggaz respectBut niggaz hung up soon as they heard "Collect"Had my mag with the tits outO.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there when you get outBunch of the same people, stealin the same spaceA few of 'em'll die, a few will take your placeI prayed to God that I never catch another caseCause CO's just treat us like we rats in a mazeYou wonder why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)I was this close to Rikers IslandWas 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]Shout out to mixtapekings.comCan't forget my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square[Outro - Joe Budden - talking] (*echo*)For realGod keep me from these little young niggaz manCause I'll fuck around and get a bidMake me somethin stupid and shitMade me resort to bein ..Bein the old me and shitI worked hard to get moneyI ain't tryna go backI ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit upKeep me from these niggaz, for real