Mase - You Ain't As Smart Lyrics
[intro]What, whatWhat, what, what(h-world)What, what, what(all out)What, what, what, what, what(take it back to the streets, mutha *****a)What, what, what, what, whatYo, this for my niggas in the streets(what what what what)Foreign cars and the jeeps(what what what what)Make about a *****in million in a week(what what what what)When I cant forget that we all still streetYo, yoYou know a nigga thats sniffin, thats always in the kitchenBagin shit up, theres always something missinA nigga thats speeding, bound to have a collisionBound to be in prison, or bound to pop a missionSo if you got dogs, nigga, let em goIf a mob *****in truck right, let em knowWe got the same guns that you got, but better thoughAnd next time we in some shit nigga, you will knowSee Im pushed to the point that I put something downAnd I stand over your head, like look at you nowAnd the kids in the parks start lookin aroundLike, mommy come here, look, look, look what we foundWit me its more intense, niggaSo if you aint goin hard, stay on the bench, niggaAnd you know when I come, I leave no prints niggaAnd when you die, it wont be at my expense niggaNigga, nigga1 - yo, you aint as smart as you thinkAnd I know you aint as smart as you think(take it back to the streets)You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your homeHey yo, you aint as smart as you think(take it back to the streets)Hey yo, you aint as smart as you thinkAnd I know you aint as smart as you think(take it back to the streets)You leave a thug wit a hoe and you think you on the lowHey yo, you aint as smart as you thinkYo, yoNot only do I know the rights, I know the wrongsMo money, mo *****es, yeah, you know the songAnd if you claim you a nigga that know me longAnd you should know imma die with my rolley onI aint no punk, I aint no chump, I aint no whimpAint got no cane, aint got no ming, aint got no limpMoney exempt, instead you niggas are blimpAnd every ***** in every state know mase is the pimpSee Im unlike the ones who fail you, when I know where youLive, imma send my kid to take care of youIll bring it to my man if he try to spare youId tie something up if I wanted to scare youMake it where your own shadow wont stand near youAnd they send the trauma unit to come repair youNow there you are nigga, in the *****in reservoirWith your bentley, we dont give a ***** about your carWho you areRepeat 1Yo, yoYou cant never love a man so much you cant doubt himLet him know certain shit you gotta do without himAnd if ya got guns, dont leave home without itYou gon kill a man, theres ways to go about itSee I never kill a man, and I do it vainlyI wont ever let a mutha *****a know Im angryCuz when I get caught and they come arraign meIt be a surprise witness that come to hang meI figure, if imma do it, imma do it my waySet em on sunday, have em by fridayThen sunday, imma meet em on the highwaySee where his exit is and keep it movinMonday Im off the exitAll I wanna find out is where the complex isAnd by tuesday Im sittin in the complexesAll I wanna find out is where the address isAnd by wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the kneeA nigga tried to run away and dropped the keyNow you in the hospital, not criticalFrontin, makin a scene, bring the whole block wit youFriday hit and you aint got no clique wit youNeed somebody help you with your leg, got your ***** wit chuSoon as you get home and put the key in the doorClick, clack, now get on the floor, I told you niggaRepeat 1 until fade
