Food For Thought Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

(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 ]