[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 f***a)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my n****s in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make about a f***in' million in a week
(What what what what)
When I can't forget that we all still street

Yo, yo
You know a n**** that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen
Bagin' s*** up, there's always something missin'
A n**** that's speeding, bound to have a collision

Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission
So if you got dogs, n****, let 'em go
If a mob f***in' truck right, let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got, but better though

And next time we in some s*** n****, 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, n****
So if you ain't goin' hard, stay on the bench, n****
And you know when I come, I leave no prints n****

And when you die, it won't be at my expense n****
N****, n****

[Chorus]
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 n****s 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' b****es, yeah, you know the song
And if you claim you a n**** 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 n****s are blimp

And every b**** in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I'm unlike the ones who fail you, when I know where you
Live, I'm a 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 n****, in the f***in' reservoir

With your Bentley, we don't give a f*** about your car
Who you are

[Chorus]

Yo, yo
You can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him
Let him know certain s*** you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it

You goin' 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 f***a 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'm a do it, I'm a do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'm a meet 'em on the highway

See where his exit is and keep it movin'
Monday I'm off the exit
All I want to find out is where the complex is
And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes
All I want to find out is where the address is

And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee
A n**** 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 b**** wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the door
Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you n****

[Repeat Chorus]

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): JULIAN I GARFIELD, MASON BETHA, NASHIEM SA-ALLAH MYRICK