Smokin Suckaz Wit Logic Lyrics
"Mutha Made 'Em"

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INTRO:
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 perpetrating brothers
Who pose as your friends when around
But when with others - they backstab and talk bad
They're constantly scheming
At night when you're sleeping they're probably dreaming
Of ways they can get paid on something that I got
All I can see in their future is speed knots

Lumps and stiches, for some I see ditches
Flowers and tombstones engraved on them bitches
Date of birth and death of the deceased
Smokin Suchaz Wit Logic and rest in peace

See I'm not really a violent man
But if you're not my man, don't give me your hand
Some try to be coy and play like they're your boy
But in the end you find that it was just a ploy
Nothing but nonsense a hypocrite in the midst
Waiting to flip so these suchaz I diss
Or should I say dismiss
I do these things verbally
Although bodily harm may have occured to me see
Never thought that my homey would play me
He was my right hand man but he betrayed 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 save when I walk the streets of my neighborhood
I keep my 357 and I sport my hood
Keep a low profile and I watch my back
'Cause it's hard to know where the perpetrating brothers at
Look around keep scope who's in my presence
Step on the snakes, treat 'em like peasants
Trust no-one, nobody can be trusted
Make one wrong move you're busted
Caught out, sought out, through the pieces
Lyrical rhymes like an Uzi releases
So hit the deck, stay low, run for cover
Catch ya walking for self - it's over mutha
So you can sleep but, yo nothing's forgotten
Last I heard you was upstate rottin' -
in a jail cell
I hope you're sombody's bitch
While you're doing your 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]

I can't start to explain the hate I feel for this one punk
Used to dream of shooting him and throwing him in my back trunk
Drive away nice and calm, nice and mellow
Just like a character from Goodfellas

Feel no remorse
he wasn't much of a loss
It would be easy to kill 'em, but then what is the cost
I've got too much to lose
Sucka ain't worth it
Instead I write a rhyme and cut him off like a circuit

Collect checks, get paid in a big way
With Smokin Suckaz Wit Logic, my name is Suave
Verbal assassin
I'll bust that ass in
Rhymes like a mac-10 on suckas I'm blasting
Reload the clip you try to dip, but I still find you
And I don't only over power - I over mind 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!
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!

Mutha made you, mutha fuck you, (X4) punk

yeee

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