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Lord Finesse - Food For Thought lyrics
(So you know there's a lotta darkness out here
 We watch it all time
 I'm busy looking at the darkness sayin
 "Damn, that's some darkness over there", you know?
 Whatever
 And we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you know
 "Y'all be cool")
(Mh-mh-mh)
 Ah yeah
 Check it out, y'all
 A little food for thought
 For those in the ghetto
 Actin wild, livin foul
 Cause y'all think it's in style
 Know what I'm sayin?
 Now every neighborhood has a nice child
 But because of the things around em they change up they whole
 lifestyle
 I knew a kid with a little cash
 He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class
 But girls used to say he was so chopped
 And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props
 He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role
 Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool
 though
 Confidence is what the child lacked
 He was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while
 back
 He asked honey to go with him
 Since he didn't have a name, that bitch ain't give him no rhythm
 Matter of fact, she made him feel low
 She said she needed a man that was out there makin real dough
 So it was a lot that he had to prove
 So money said 'fuck it' and changed up his whole attitude
 [ CHORUS ]
 (Time to get it)
 Yo, y'all better chill
 (Time to clock bills)
 (Yo, y'all better chillLord Finesse - Food For Thought - http://motolyrics.com/lord-finesse/food-for-thought-lyrics.html
 (Hey yo, I wanna get ill)
 Yo, y'all better chill
 (So what's the muthafuckin deal?)
 Yo, y'all better chill
 Now he had to make quick figures
 So he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich nigga
 He was livin foul and then some
 He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his income
 He had the fat rides he drove around in
 He was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was loungin
 And waitin for a nigga to test him
 You know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect him
 Let some brother tried to riff with him
 He wouldn't hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in
 em
 He was wettin niggas like firemen
 Shit, he was packin more iron than vitamins
 Now the brothers seein mad money
 And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad honey
 Now she's on the block hawkin
 Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to stop talkin
 He told her to cut the shit
 He laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dick
 He said he was only out to get money
 So step the fuck off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey
 She only got what she deserved (word)
 He kicked that stupid bitch to the curb
 Cause man, he had his whole shit down
 Cause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now
[ CHORUS ]
 Everything was how he imagined it
 But word got out, and other dealers wasn't havin it
 The hoe he dissed, snitched and told on him
 So one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on him
 Shot em up with blow-me-down
 Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was holy now
 He had it goin on and played the perfect role
 But ask yourself a question: was it worth it though?
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