Food For Thoughts

[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)