Smokin Suckaz Wit Logic
Smokin Suckaz Wit Logic - Mutha Made'em songtekst
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ah yeah smokin suckaz wit logic in effect all you punk muthafuckers out there y'all know what time it is strictly murda music for 1993 ya know what i'm sayin yeah son this track goes out to all young bitch niggaz ya think ya don't what time it is yeah.. i'm tired of these perpatrating brothers who pose as your friends when around with others last night the tour band they're constanly scheming at night when ya sleeping they're probarly dreaming of ways they can get payed off somethin' that i got all i can see in ya future is peanots (??) lost in stiches for some i see dicthes flowers and tombstones and gravedolla bitches death and birth to the deceased smokin suckaz wit logic, and rest in peace see i'm not really about it man if not my man, don't give me your hand some try to decoy and play like they're your boy but in the end you found out it was just a ploy nothing but nonsense, a hyprocrite in the midst waitin' to flip so these suckaz i diss i should i dismiss i do these verbally although body harm may not have not of occured to me never thought that my homie would play me [sample from Gangstarr's Execution Of A Chump (No more mr nice guy pt. 2): 'He was my right man but he betrayed me'] Chorus: mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em [sample from EMPD's i'm housin': what a go out out like a sucka] i don't feel safe in my neighbourhood i keep my beat (??) by seven and i spark a hood people low profile and i watch my back cuz its hard to know where da perpatraing brothers at look around these locals in presence step on the sneaks treat 'em like peasents trust no-one, nobody can be trusted make one wrong move, ya busted caught out, sought out through the pieces lyrical rhymes like an Uzi it releases so hit the deck, stay low run for cover catch you walking south its over mutha last i heard you up state rottin' in jail cell he hope ya somebody's bitch while ya doin' ya time i'm getting rich Chorus: mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em [sample from EMPD's i'm housin': what a go out out like a sucka] its hard to explain the hate i felt for this one punk used to dream of shootin' him and throwing him in my back trunk drive thru red lights all nice and mellow just like a character from good fellow feel no remorse, he wouldn't be much of a loss it'd be easy to kill 'im but then what is the cause? i got too much to lose, sucka ain't worth it still i write and cut him off like a serpent collect cheques get payed in a big way Smokin Suckaz Wit Logic, my name is Suave verbal assasin, i'll bust that ass in smells like a Mack-10, suckaz i'm blastin' reload the clip, you still try to get but i find you but i don't let my power overmind you Chorus: mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em mutha made 'em mutha made 'em muthafuck 'em! What! what! what! wack muthafuckers need to step the fuck.. back! what! what! what! (Sample: mutha mutha mutha mutha fuck em) punk muthafuckers need to step the fuck.. back! what! what! what! (Sample: mutha mutha mutha mutha fuck em) weak muthafuckers need to step the fuck.. back! C'MON! C'MON! perpratraing brothers need to step fuck.. back! what what what! (repeated only louder and faster) MUTHA MADE YOU-MUTHA FUCK YOU!(X3) whut whut whut!! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! whut! whut! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! yeah! yeah! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! step up step up ! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! C'MON! Mutha made you, mutha fuck you, (X4) punk yeee