Food for Thought

[Verse 1: Buckshot] Damn, can I get a piece of bread? Without somebody in the street trying to eat what I said I know I spread words like butter on toast Cause when ya get it in the morning then ya love it the most But see it's really the beef I hate Even though there's a lot of y'all that wanna see my plate I dedicate time to separate lines And go bananas when I think about the food for ya mind And stay away from them rotten apples When ya fed some get fed and do a lot to get at you So I match my caliber with my calories Forty five shots a slice is like can it be Nah, where you want it breast or thigh I got a two piece and fries for niggas like y'all So why would I pass my plate When I'm working for a salary to pass my weight [Chorus: 9th Wonder scratches] [Verse 2: Buckshot] Every seeds that grows of food is a show and prove How I move when I go with the youth I mean at a show if I flow in the booth I let it be know you better be grown or don't do it Huh, many claim to have food for your brain You can tell when they starving cause they arguments lame What a shame you see me on the train and kick it Thought it was sweet with a jook so you ran for your biscuit But no matter what I can't be stagnant Cause I peep to survive now you need that cabbage And after that shit everything is gravy Until the next meal maybe shit's crazy I pray we see a better day Cause see all this hunger is making me wonder why you lazy Why would I pass my plate? When I'm working for a salary to pass my weight [Chorus: 9th Wonder scratches] [Verse 3: Buckshot] I broke bread with the real Still I feel like I can't get a meal so I gotta build And I gotta chill from that cook up product I ain't trying to get fried in the streets, now look paw Cause if I wasn't eating I'd be right there In ya grill to session telling you the reason Huh, I ain't trying to pass my plate Cause I use the food for thought to add to my plate [Chorus: 9th Wonder scratches]