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smokin suckaz wit logic - mutha made'em lyrics

intro:
ah yeah
smokin suckaz wit logic in effect
all you punk m-th-f-ckers 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 b-tch n-gg-z
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 b-tches
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:
m-th- made ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th-f-ck ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th-f-ck ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th-f-ck ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th- made ’em
m-th-f-ck ’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, n-body 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 m-th-
so you sleep but yo, nothin’ is forgotten
last i heard you up state rottin’
in jail cell he hope ya somebody’s b-tch
while ya doin’ ya time i’m getting rich

[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 -ssasin, i’ll bust that -ss 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

what! what! what!

wack m-th-f-ckers need to step the f-ck. back!
what! what! what! (sample: m-th- m-th- m-th- m-th- f-ck em)

punk m-th-f-ckers need to step the f-ck. back!
what! what! what! (sample: m-th- m-th- m-th- m-th- f-ck em)

weak m-th-f-ckers need to step the f-ck. back!

c’mon! c’mon!

perpratraing brothers need to step f-ck. back!
what what what!

(repeated only louder and faster)

m-th- made you-m-th- f-ck you!(x3)
whut whut whut!
c’mon! c’mon! c’mon!
whut! whut!
c’mon! c’mon! c’mon!
yeah! yeah!
c’mon! c’mon! c’mon!
step up step up!
c’mon! c’mon! c’mon!

m-th- made you, m-th- f-ck you, (x4) punk

yeee

[closing sample: what a way to go out, out like a sucka]

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