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This Is For

Joe Budden

Album: Mood Music: The Worst of Joe Budden Durasi: 3:30

This one's for the

For my own home, yeah

Now this one's for the streets, niggas holding blocks down for keeps

Selling their body trying to eat, yes now this is for my home

Where I lay my dome for rest, this is for my niggas smoking ses'

(Hey) now this is for my block, running from cops trying to live

This is for my mom's shedding tears

(Hey) now this one's for my niggas that have passed away, gone

You better know you got to hold it down round here

This is for the streets and the hood (DJ On Point)

This for the people want to see what's good

This for the people that's down about being down and out

And for my three strike niggas trying to flee on foot

For my niggas that a murk that K off or my dogs that a work that yay off

Or if you got to go to work no days off or if you ain't got a job, got laid off

I'd fuck a million off rap, this if you dealing out crack or feeling out apps

I'm feeling you scratch

The city housing ceiling is cracked so

If you boosting stealing off racks

Like fuck whatever mom's and steals 'cause you black

Now let's take the ghetto and go deep inside it

Hoodie always trying to keep shit quiet

Keep shit private, keep dividing

They don't want America to see inside it

They don't want America to see the riots

Act a fool like when they blast a tool, like when they robbing, they mobbing

Ain't no option, they be doing what they have to do

Dude's is snitching and there's narcs on the strip

So they must have got a new suspicion

Dude's is tricking

Cash is low so on the weekends probably got their main boo's stripping

Steak-outs, I need a way out and when I make out trust it, I'm a stay out

And I'd be caked out, that's a safe route, y'all can kill each other all day now

'Cause I'm sick of all, from the bodegas, chinese joints, and the liquor stores

Like just get rid of it all, it only exhibits for niggas to fall

But niggas is quick to ignore, prohibit a niggas to soar

Or gripping the pistols and fours and getting you niggas in court

And filling the prisons with y'all

These niggas is forgetting

The system is bored, persistent on ditching the people

The sticks and the whores live with the pigeons up north

Now what you petitioning for?

Etcetera, no the hood won't hold me down, I stay one step ahead of ya

And if it comes down to it I'd die for this, dude's lost they life over pettier

The muggings, the rapes, and the looting, the shooting, the danger

The rage and the fury, the banger cage in the jury

They all out for me, I got a mouth to feed so fuck stress my baby mama gives

Fuck stick up boys and the foes that know where my baby mama lives

I'm back in it, that rented or that with the tax tangent stash in it

Trying to grow but I'm trapped in it nigga, glass tinted nigga

Bad tempered nigga, Blat at a nigga, yeah I'm pass betting nigga, chill

Let me breathe

At times I get upset when I'm trying to rep

And there's always a nigga in debt and there's always a nigga to step

And there's always a nigga you met and there's always a nigga you let

Hood's filthy, verdict's in and the hood's guilty

Double edge swore, 'cause the hood'll kill me but the hood feels me

If you make it out then pull a glass up, toast motherfucker

It's the oath, motherfucker

It's the growth, motherfucker