You Ain't As Smart Lyrics - Mase

[intro] 

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 

1 - 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 hoe 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 

Repeat 1 

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 

'cause 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 

Repeat 1 until fade