Ma$e - You Ain’t as Smart lyrics
[Ma$e - You Ain’t as Smart lyrics]
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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
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'mma 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'mma 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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
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'mma do it
I'mma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'mma 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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
(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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
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'mma 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'mma 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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
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'mma do it
I'mma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'mma 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
(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
(Take it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a ho and
You think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think