Smoothe Da Hustler

The question is why the answer what makes
If u wants my opinion I tell you dont 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
Dont 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 thats your preference
What makes two hundred and fifty seven degrees from one hundred eighty seven
five os tapes Lps and Cds
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
Dont take my family
Dont take my people
Dont take next level cause to me theres no equal
Dont take my click
Dont take the hoodies or the hats
Dont take the burners and th gats
Dont take the BMWs and the MPVs
Dont take the keys
Dont take the gs
Dont take the gooses
Dont take the grims
Dont take the kaki jeans or the tims
Dont take the studio
Dont take the tracks
Dont take the spots
Dont take the cracks
Dont take the weed that I smoke
Dont take the name smoothe wrong or this jam for a joke
Dont take the players and the hustlers getting cash
Dont take the projects
Dont take the ave
Dont take the females that I talk to
Dont take the glock that I cock on the blocks that I walk through
Dont take my daughter
Dont take my son
Dont take my pride
Ever died by the gun hold this
[gunshot]
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