Food For Thoughts (Explicit)

Food For Thoughts (Explicit) - Smoothe Da Hustler

Written by：D. Pittman/D. Smith

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

Why

Why is it hard for my words to get heard

The uncut give it to niggas raw gets absorb

Why is it that every black brother talks the slang

Why is it that slang determines if a brother hangs

Why is it that people judge niggas by how they look

Why is it that hoodies on my head makes me a crook

Why is it that people got to struggle to survive

Why is it that nine to five is harder to get in ninety five

I wonder why that those that heard of me

Started making records all of a

Sudden want to murder me

Why is it that niggas talk the talk

But never walk the walk so I talk the

Talk if niggas scared to walk New York

Why is it that those who chose to live

The street life greet life with a

Slug to his mug and scared to greet life

I wonder why it is harder for my family

Why it is the man in me that keeps

Me thinking that no body's understanding me

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

What makes a man a strong man

What makes a woman a strong woman

Don't confuse wrong one

Cause intellectual keeps it exceptional for both

It is just my professional side

That keeps me wondering without a loaf

What makes it possible for me to kick to you

Predict to you for future reference

For you to take heed but that's your preference

What makes two hundred and fifty seven degrees

From one hundred eighty seven

Five o's tapes LP's and CD's

What makes one hundred percent one hundred

And ten percent to be quit foul

I am built like five percent is on my lifestyle

What makes my click my click

What makes my chick my chick

What makes my Vic my Vic

What makes my dick taste an slick

I wonder

What makes a hustler crew is it what I slang to u

Or what I bring to you

Behind closed doors

Or what I bring to you from of the mind record

What makes me slow is this

What makes me grow is this

What makes me know and blow is this

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

The question is why the answer what makes

If u wants my opinion I tell you don't take

Now that everything is of the chest

There is a couple of matters I must attend to before I rest

Don't take my family

Don't take my people

Don't take next level cause to me there's no equal

Don't take my click

Don't take the hoodies or the hats

Don't take the burners and the gats

Don't take the BMW's and the MPV's

Don't take the keys

Don't take the g's

Don't take the gooses

Don't take the grime's

Don't take the kaki jeans or the times

Don't take the studio

Don't take the tracks

Don't take the spots

Don't take the cracks

Don't take the w**d that I smoke

Don't take the name smoothed wrong or this jam for a joke

Don't take the players and the hustlers getting cash

Don't take the projects

Don't take the ave

Don't take the females that I talk to

Don't take the glock that I cock on the blocks that I walk through

Don't take my daughter

Don't take my son

Don't take my pride

Ever died by the gun hold this