I'ma Smack This Muthafucka

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    Noreaga (aka N.O.R.E.)

    Cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka, back up
    Cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka, back up
    Cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka, back up
    Cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka

    See me creepin through the bushes hunch back and barefooted
    Got some beer in my system, I barely can bare wit it
    When its drama out there; stay smooth, stay smooth
    When my click need me, yo I move, yo I move
    It ain't funny, see when ya fuckin wit my people
    Got the fo fo, buckin it slow I'm so evil
    Shit stand up, hold this
    See I control this, hemisphere
    Makin this clear, and stood focused
    Was born broke, so ya ice dont entice me
    Eatin chinese food, my juice wasnt icy
    I'm still papi, and I ain't change for shit
    I been out for four days, I ain't change for shit
    Yo saluchi, take ya shit god and rock gucci
    Ghetto style no couffi, smoke loosi
    Hit the block wit the new uzi
    Seven fourty five live gettin new coochie
    Hit the hood like the windmill and spin out quick
    It wont stop till I cake out shit (oh god)

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    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I got some sons fa you, and some runnas to run fa you
    They on the block all day (ay yooo)
    She on the block all day (ay yoooo)
    We on the block all day (ay yoooo)

    I got some Henny in my system the half is startin ta hit me
    If I brawl in the club my boys'll brawl wit me
    (clears throat), niggas wanna see me foul
    Fuckin hatas you should see me now, switch the topic
    We was friends but I told shorty (ay yooo)
    Dont you get up in this Benz shorty (ay yooo)
    And you know i'll fuck ya friends shorty (ay yooo)
    And they ain't get no ens shorty (ay yooo)
    See niggas, they want my name next to Kurt Cobain
    But I dont sniff cocaine, I sniff propane
    Keep me gassed up, and I'm keepin my cash up
    Shorty give me too much brains, keepin me assed up (ohhhh)
    So if you wit it I can hit it and go
    And call you from the hood later when I'm huggin a ho
    You see, ain't nothin funny man, all about my money man
    Dressed up like a rabbit told the bitch that she in bunny land
    You see that popper got her feelin herself
    Literally god she feelin herself (oh god)

    [Chorus]

    Back up, cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka
    Back up, cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka
    Back up, cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka
    Back up, cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka
    Back up, cuz I'ma smack this muthafucka

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