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You AinT Smart - текст песни



You Ain'T Smart


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








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 (Texts of songs )


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











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


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


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



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