Текст песни Food for Thoughts - Smoothe da Hustler
The
question
is
why
the
answer
what
makes
If
u
wants
my
opinion
I
tell
you
don′t
take
[x2]
Why...
[Smoothe
Da
Hustler]
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
bodys
understanding
me
[Chorus
x4]
[Smoothe
Da
Hustler]
What
makes
a
man
a
strong
man
What
makes
a
woman
a
strong
woman
Don't
confuse
wrongg
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
lifestlye
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
[Chorus
x4]
[Smoothe
Da
Hustler]
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
th
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
grim's
Don′t
take
the
kaki
jeans
or
the
tims
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
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
[Gunshot]
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