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(So you know there's a lotta darkness out here
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We watch it all time
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I'm busy looking at the darkness sayin
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"Damn, that's some darkness over there", you know?
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Whatever
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And we have responsibility to focus on it, sayin, you know
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"Y'all be cool")
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(Mh-mh-mh)
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Ah yeah
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Check it out, y'all
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A little food for thought
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For those in the ghetto
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Actin wild, livin foul
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Cause y'all think it's in style
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Know what I'm sayin?
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Now every neighborhood has a nice child
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But because of the things around em they change up they whole lifestyle
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I knew a kid with a little cash
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He had a little gear, yo, his status was middle class
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But girls used to say he was so chopped
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And brothers around the way wasn't tryin to give him no props
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He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth role
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Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was cool though
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Confidence is what the child lacked
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He was tryin to scoop this girl he was sweatin since a while back
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He asked honey to go with him
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Since he didn't have a name, that bitch ain't give him no rhythm
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Matter of fact, she made him feel low
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She said she needed a man that was out there makin real dough
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So it was a lot that he had to prove
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So money said 'fuck it' and changed up his whole attitude
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[ CHORUS ]
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(Time to get it)
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Yo, y'all better chill
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(Time to clock bills)
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(Yo, y'all better chill
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(Hey yo, I wanna get ill)
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Yo, y'all better chill
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(So what's the muthafuckin deal?)
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Yo, y'all better chill
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Now he had to make quick figures
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So he started sellin drugs, because honey wanted a rich nigga
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He was livin foul and then some
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He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his income
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He had the fat rides he drove around in
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He was clockin dough, knockin hoes, money was loungin
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And waitin for a nigga to test him
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You know, play him, try to slay him, or disrespect him
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Let some brother tried to riff with him
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He wouldn't hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in em
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He was wettin niggas like firemen
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Shit, he was packin more iron than vitamins
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Now the brothers seein mad money
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And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad honey
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Now she's on the block hawkin
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Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to stop talkin
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He told her to cut the shit
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He laid her, played her, told the hoe to suck his dick
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He said he was only out to get money
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So step the fuck off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey
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She only got what she deserved (word)
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He kicked that stupid bitch to the curb
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Cause man, he had his whole shit down
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Cause the nigags who used to diss him was all on his dick now
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[ CHORUS ]
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Everything was how he imagined it
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But word got out, and other dealers wasn't havin it
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The hoe he dissed, snitched and told on him
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So one day some fellas ran up and the rolled on him
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Shot em up with blow-me-down
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Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was holy now
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He had it goin on and played the perfect role
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But ask yourself a question: was it worth it though?
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[ CHORUS ]
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Food For Thought
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Lord Finesse |