Food For Thoughts

Lyrics

[Intro] Them niggas say you don't get down, cuh Alright Just let them know you're flowin', man. For sure, man [Chorus] The question is why, the answer what makes (Alright, cuh) If you want my opinion I tell you don't take (Yo, we gon' let this all–) The question is why, the answer what makes (Alright, that's what we doin') If you want my opinion I tell you don't take [Verse 1] Why is it hard for my words to get heard The uncut give it to niggas raw gets absurd Why is it that every black brother talk 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 '95 I wonder why is it that those that heard of me started makin' 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 you're 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 meet life I wonder why is it harder for my family, why is it the man in me that keeps me thinking that nobody's understandin' me [Chorus] The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take [Verse 2] What makes a man a strong one What makes a woman a strong one Don't confuse the wrong one Cause intellectual keeps it exceptional for both It's just my professional side that keep me wonderin' 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 eighty seven on five-ohs on tapes, LPs and CDs What makes a hundred percent a hundred and ten percent to be quite foul I am built like Five-Percenters on my lifestyle What makes my clique my clique What makes my chick my chick What makes my vict my vict What makes my dick tastin' slick I wonder what makes a hustler true Is it what I sling to you behind doors Or what I bring to you from off the mind because What makes me slow is this What makes me grow is this What makes me know and blow is this [Chorus] The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take The question is why, the answer "what makes If you want my opinion I tell you don't take [Verse 3] Now that everything's off the chest There is a couple of matters that I must attend to before I rest Don't take my family Don't take my people Don't take Nexx Level 'cause to me there's no equal Don't take my clique Don't take the hoodies and the hats Don't take the burners and the gats Don't take the BMWs and the MPVs Don't take the keys Don't take the Gs Don't take the Gooses Don't take the Brims Don't take the Karl Kani jeans or the Timbs Don't take the studio Don't take the tracks Don't take the spots Don't take the cracks Don't take the weed that I smoke Don't take the name Smoothe wrong, don't take this jam for a joke Don't take the players and the hustlers gettin' cash Don't take the projects Don't take the Ave Don't take the females I talk to Don't take the Glock that I cock upon 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 (gunshot)