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Lord Finesse lyrics 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 chill (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? [ CHORUS ] Other Lord Finesse lyrics: Just a Little Something lyrics Baby, You Nasty lyrics Funky Technician lyrics Back to Back Rhyming lyrics Here I Come lyrics Slave to My Soundwave lyrics I Keep the Crowd Listening lyrics Bad Mutha lyrics Keep it Flowing lyrics Lesson to be Taught lyrics Strictly for the Ladies lyrics Track the Movement lyrics Praise the Lord lyrics Kicking Flavor With My Man lyrics Return of the Funky Man lyrics I Like My Girls With a Boom lyrics Yes You May lyrics Hey Look at Shorty lyrics Save That Shit lyrics Show 'Em How We Do Things lyrics Isn't He Something lyrics Fat For The 90's lyrics Stop Sweating the Next Man lyrics Funky on the Fast Tip lyrics That's How Smooth I Am lyrics Party Over Here lyrics Fuck 'Em lyrics True and Livin' lyrics O Lord lyrics Brainstorm\P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix) lyrics Gameplan lyrics Flip Da Style lyrics Speak Ya Peace lyrics Hip 2 Da Game lyrics No Gimmicks lyrics |