paroles de chanson This Is For - Joe Budden

This one's for the
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

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

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