Tonalité : C# minor•
Verse 1
C#m
A
What, what
C#m
What, what, what
(H- World)
What, what, what
A
(All Out)
What, what, what, what, what
C#m
(Take it back to the streets,
mutha fucka)
A
C#m
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my niggas in the streets
(What what what what)
A
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make about a fuckin' million in
a week
(What what what what)
B
When I can't forget that
we all still street
Verse 2
C#m
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
B
And next time we in some shit nigga,
you will know
C#m
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,
A
look, look what we found"
C#m
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,
B
it won't be at my expense nigga
Verse 3
Nigga, nigga
C#m
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)
Verse 4
C#m
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
B
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think
Verse 5
B
Yo, yo Not only
C#m
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
B
And every bitch in every state
know Mase is the pimp
C#m
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
B
if I wanted to scare you
C#m
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,
B
in the fuckin' reservoir
With your Bentley,
we don't give a fuck about your car
Verse 6
Who you are
C#m
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
B
(Take it back to the streets)
Verse 7
C#m
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
B
It be a surprise witness that come to hang me
C#m
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 want to find out is where
the complex is
And by Tuesday I'm
sittin' in the complexes
B
All I want to find out
is where the address is
And by Wednesday,
C#m
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
B
Click, clack, now get on the floor,
I told you nigga
Verse 8
C#m
Yo, you ain't as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart
as you think
B
(Take it back to the streets)
C#m
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)
B
C#m
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