[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