Lyrics:
That's why yo raggety ass attitude is fucked up now
Suga Free, bitch swingin' on my dick sayin', wee
The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin'
back in his N.W.A. days
Niggas spray strays and shoot without looking
Niggas walk by and blast without leaving a footprint
I think the attitudes are
now they got me on the run
cherishing every last breath
but I ain't going back
its freedom or death
that be my motive for murder
begin*CHORUS*
*Liffy
now they got me on the run
cherishing every last breath
but I ain't going back
its freedom or death
that be my motive for murder
[begin CHORUS]
[Liffy
hand crook and the right hand fury
Will block the shots, that's simple, I dented a tomb for style
A toast to the death of my foes, respect violence,
life or death
I made all them hoes who ain't never left
I'm way higher, I'm up in my altitude
I was broke, I woke up with an attitude
Now you play
Wayne took me off the leash,
I ain't lose a fight yet,
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that,
Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk
a way
Everything is ok
Baby lift your cup up
Enjoy the night, enjoy the night
Amsterdam to Tokyo longitude only I can know
Latitude is my attitude
smolder
The whole town had an attitude
Then you'd get a little chip on your shoulder
Say something that's downright rude
Oh, damn them Yankees
to blow
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like
I ain't lose a fight yet
Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that
Young wit' a attitude, watch how ya talk to me
Keep playin' freddy boi,
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
and chill
you got it! Style
you got it! Style, maybe
you got it! Style, come on
you got it! Style
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style
of the party
She'll be the death of me
I told her, "You're the love of my night
I won't stop 'til you're the love of my life
I won't stop 'til you're
off the witness so he can't witness vicious attitudes
I'm fuckin at you dude I'm fuckin at you dude
[Belo Zero]
I'm about to snap and let my index work
a grin!
Think! Think Positive!
Sure, we'll sing about all our crying,
Unnecessary death and violence.
Do you think your negative attitude,
Is gonna give
ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs
My attitude got me walkin' solo, ride out alone in my lo-lo
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
encourage it (c'mon)
I laugh at the sight of death, as I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution
in my way
I'm just a hood nigga I ain't never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle back full of tools and a half brick
30, 40, 50
encourage it (c'mon)
I laugh at the sight of death, as I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution
your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove
your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive watch me
attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attached to it (yeah)
Canibus is the type who'll
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