What, what, what, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my niggas in the streets
(What, what, what, what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What, what, what, what)
Make about a fuckin' million in a week
(What, what, what, what)
When I can't forget that we all still street
Yo, yo you know a nigga that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin'
A nigga that's speeding bound to have a collision
Bound to be in prison or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, nigga let 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got but better though
And next time we in some shit nigga you will know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head like look at you now
And the kids in the parks start lookin' around
Like mommy come here look, look, look what we found
Wit' me it's more intense, nigga
So if you ain't goin' hard stay on the bench nigga
And you know when I come I leave no prints nigga
And when you die it won't be at my expense nigga, nigga, nigga
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)
Yo, yo not only do I know the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah you know the song
And if you claim you a nigga that know me long
And you should know I'ma die with my Rolley on
I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp
Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp
And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I'm unlike the ones who fail you when I know where you
Live I'ma send my kid to take care of you
I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I wanted to scare you
Make it where your own shadow won't stand near you
And they send the trauma unit to come repair you
Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin' reservoir
With your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car who you are
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)
Yo, yo you can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him
Let him know certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it
You gon' kill a man, there's ways to go about it
See I never kill a man and I do it vainly
I won't ever let a mutha fucka know I'm angry
'Cuz when I get caught and they come arraign me
It be a surprise witness that come to hang me
I figure, if I'ma do it, I'ma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'ma meet 'em on the highway
See where his exit is and keep it movin'
Monday I'm off the exit
All I wanna find out is where the complex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes
All I wanna find out is where the address is
And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee
A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key
Now you in the hospital not critical
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block wit' you
Friday hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you
Need somebody help you with your leg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you nigga
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(Take it back to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you think
(You take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(All out)
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