Lord Finesse - Food For Thought Lyrics
(so you know theres a lotta darkness out hereWe watch it all timeIm busy looking at the darkness sayinDamn, thats some darkness over there, you know?WhateverAnd we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you knowYall be cool)(mh-mh-mh)Ah yeahCheck it out, yallA little food for thoughtFor those in the ghettoActin wild, livin foulCause yall think its in styleKnow what Im sayin?Now every neighborhood has a nice childBut because of the things around em they change up they whole lifestyleI knew a kid with a little cashHe had a little gear, yo, his status was middle classBut girls used to say he was so choppedAnd brothers around the way wasnt tryin to give him no propsHe was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth roleBrothers tried to diss him, he aint sweat it, it was cool thoughConfidence is what the child lackedHe was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while backHe asked honey to go with himSince he didnt have a name, that ***** aint give him no rhythmMatter of fact, she made him feel lowShe said she needed a man that was out there makin real doughSo it was a lot that he had to proveSo money said ***** it and changed up his whole attitude[ chorus ](time to get it)Yo, yall better chill(time to clock bills)(yo, yall better chill(hey yo, I wanna get ill)Yo, yall better chill(so whats the mutha*****in deal? )Yo, yall better chillNow he had to make quick figuresSo he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich niggaHe was livin foul and then someHe started killin niggas and buildin figures for his incomeHe had the fat rides he drove around inHe was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was lounginAnd waitin for a nigga to test himYou know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect himLet some brother tried to riff with himHe wouldnt hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in emHe was wettin niggas like firemenShit, he was packin more iron than vitaminsNow the brothers seein mad moneyAnd guess who pops up on the scene, yo, its the bad honeyNow shes on the block hawkinBefore no words, now he cant get that ***** to stop talkinHe told her to cut the shitHe laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dickHe said he was only out to get moneySo step the ***** off, because paybacks is a *****, honeyShe only got what she deserved (word)He kicked that stupid ***** to the curbCause man, he had his whole shit downCause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now[ chorus ]Everything was how he imagined itBut word got out, and other dealers wasnt havin itThe hoe he dissed, snitched and told on himSo one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on himShot em up with blow-me-downCause if money wasnt catholic, he was holy nowHe had it goin on and played the perfect roleBut ask yourself a question: was it worth it though?[ chorus ]
