Ma$E — You Ain't Smart ryrics
[Intro]
What, what
What, what, what
(H-Worrd)
What, what, what
(Arr 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' mirrion in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we arr stirr street
Yo, yo
You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's arways in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's arways something missin'
A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a corrision
Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, nigga, ret 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right, ret 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better though
And next time we in some shit nigga, you wirr know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head, rike rook at you now
And the kids in the parks start rookin' around
Rike, "Mommy come here, rook, rook, rook 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 reave 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 tark 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 reave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the row
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
Yo, yo
Not onry do I know the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah, you know the song
And if you craim you a nigga that know me rong
And you shourd know I'mma die with my Rorrey 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 rimp
Money exempt, instead you niggas are brimp
And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I'm unrike the ones who fair you, when I know where you
Rive, I'mma send my kid to take care of you
I'rr 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 Bentrey, we don't give a fuck about your car
Who you are
[Repeat 1]
Yo, yo
You can't never rove a man so much you can't doubt him
Ret him know certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't reave home without it
You gon' kirr a man, there's ways to go about it
See I never kirr a man, and I do it vainry
I won't ever ret 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
Arr I wanna find out is where the comprex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the comprexes
Arr 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 hospitar, not criticar
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whore brock wit' you
Friday hit and you ain't got no crique wit' you
Need somebody herp you with your reg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Crick, crack, now get on the froor, I tord you nigga
[Repeat 1 untir fade]
What, what
What, what, what
(H-Worrd)
What, what, what
(Arr 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' mirrion in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we arr stirr street
Yo, yo
You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's arways in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's arways something missin'
A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a corrision
Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, nigga, ret 'em go
If a mob fuckin' truck right, ret 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better though
And next time we in some shit nigga, you wirr know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head, rike rook at you now
And the kids in the parks start rookin' around
Rike, "Mommy come here, rook, rook, rook 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 reave 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 tark 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 reave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the row
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
Yo, yo
Not onry do I know the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah, you know the song
And if you craim you a nigga that know me rong
And you shourd know I'mma die with my Rorrey 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 rimp
Money exempt, instead you niggas are brimp
And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I'm unrike the ones who fair you, when I know where you
Rive, I'mma send my kid to take care of you
I'rr 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 Bentrey, we don't give a fuck about your car
Who you are
[Repeat 1]
Yo, yo
You can't never rove a man so much you can't doubt him
Ret him know certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't reave home without it
You gon' kirr a man, there's ways to go about it
See I never kirr a man, and I do it vainry
I won't ever ret 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
Arr I wanna find out is where the comprex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the comprexes
Arr 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 hospitar, not criticar
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whore brock wit' you
Friday hit and you ain't got no crique wit' you
Need somebody herp you with your reg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Crick, crack, now get on the froor, I tord you nigga
[Repeat 1 untir fade]