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Shades on all the time, they think I'm rude
Ooh, if you had money like me what would you do?
I like your vibe and your attitude
Fashion weekend
Gratitude can't get you nowhere
Now my love is going away, going away
I got an attitude like you ain't seen yeah
Now my love is going away, going
She's discovered a brand new way to feel superior
She's discovered another way to get attention
She's discovered how an attitude can change her life
change her attitude
Strapped up during the show, better think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's an alley-oop
Switch hit his guts, now he
we'll sing about all our crying,
Unnecessary deaths and violence.
Do you think your negative attitude
Is gonna give a starving man
A plate full of food?
on lime
I love them to death what a crime
But bet a nigga gonna get what is mine
I love them to death what a crime
But bet a nigga gonna get what is mine
Ey
Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One
Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like 'Pac
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude
This life as a rap star is nothing without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public
My attitude was "fuck it", cause motherfuckers
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
An attitude I would like to devour
My name is peace, this is my hour
Can I get just a little bit of power
The power of equality
Is not yet what it ought
attitude is rude, you won't get far
Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends cos you dissed 'em
This life as a rap star is nothing without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressing the mass public
My attitude was "fuck it", 'cause motherfuckers
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
away
I tried to captivate you, on that evening
He was leaving, with the girl I'd love to kill
Happy Death day to you baby
I know you're flying
out
Scramble hands full of merchandise he got out
Tooken taken a picture of figured strife
Subsisting on the minimal fruits of life
Attitudes are skewed
unconscious
But them pins got popped
Now they got me on the run
Cherishing every last breath
But I ain't going back
Its freedom or death
That be my
a chance for me to buck,
Didn't give a what, guess what? that's how it is when you live your life death struck.
My sex life was tight but I didn't act
never held my breath too long
And I'm glad I knew we'd part before death
Or death that you'd give me
"I'll give you clothes and food"
When you asked
a world that's off its axis
All that's promised, death and taxes
Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest my anxiety
Make me spit it a mile a minute
(Brrp)
Out of here, PJ to Jamaica
Naw I ain't tell ya wrong, get the paper
Been fightin' too long against haters
My attitude, yeah I'm going for
your Grandpa feet (word)
'Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts (baow)
With darts, like HBO watching after dark (uh)
No love for
on the town, reckless abandon he's been bullied before
But now he straps, and no more
Attitude high
Flexin on every guy that walk by
But don't
an attitude
Plus the word on the streets is you're a bug a boo
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my
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