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]

What 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]