Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Food For Thought, artist - Lord Finesse.
Date of issue: 06.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Food For Thought |
(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 |
(Time to get ill) |
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 ho 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 niggas who used to diss him was all on his dick now |
Everything was how he imagined it |
But word got out, and other dealers wasn’t havin it |
The ho he dissed, snitched and told on him |
So one day some fellas ran up and they 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? |