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The question is why the answer what makes If u wants my opinion I tell you don't 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] SongtexteWhat makes a man a strong man What makes a woman a strong woman Don't 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 that's your preference What makes two hundred and fifty seven degrees from one hundred eighty seven five o's tapes Lp's and Cd's 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 Don't take my family Don't take my people Don't take next level cause to me there's no equal Don't take my click Don't take the hoodies or the hats Don't take the burners and th gats Don't take the BMW's and the MPV's Don't take the keys Don't take the g's Don't take the gooses Don't take the grim's Don't take the kaki jeans or the tims Don't take the studio Don't take the tracks Don't take the spots Don't take the cracks Don't take the weed that I smoke Don't take the name smoothe wrong or this jam for a joke Don't take the players and the hustlers getting cash Don't take the projects Don't take the ave Don't take the females that I talk to Don't take the glock that I cock on the blocks that I walk through Don't take my daughter Don't take my son Don't take my pride Ever died by the gun hold this [gunshot] Aus Songtexte Mania