Lyrics:
a slow death
You been livin life fast haven't you huh
Bad bitch with a bad attitude
Smoke a blunt real quick act real casual
Then the pills kick in
know what we do!
We know what we do!
We do what we must
(and we admire our attitude!)
Be damned, if you can't handle it,
(We) hope you break your
You think you know my mind by the colour of my skin
ADF back with a lyrical death threat
With you ignorant attitudes what the fuck did you expect?
of the struggle,
Did you bang your head,
Did you go to bed,
Does it still feel pretty funky,
Lay back and dream,
In the death machine,
Pity you still think
of the struggle,
Did you bang your head,
Did you go to bed,
Does it still feel pretty funky,
Lay back and dream,
In the death machine,
Pity you still think
order
Man I came up right up on that corner
Police Pull up on ya like they was piranhas
Held it down I never changed personas
In this here it's death
help Nigga gone Nigga gone
I'm a make this money on my own on my own
I'm a rep OB til the death til the death
I'm a shoot til it ain't none left none
I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes
I can do without your strife
I don't need this fucking world
I don't need this fucking
Extort me out my energy, do it all out of jealousy
A is for apologists, arrogance in their attitude
Acting all abrasive and still they be lacking aptitude
courted death but now I wanna die before I'm damaged
I imagine you been going through some changes
What I imagine is regardless to the way that we been made
mistook for pride
Overcome
Attitudes that bring about our demise
Overcome
Slave owner rhetoric lies
Truth is
Being negro means excellence personified
It is
Ich mach ich mach many moves dikka ich hab attitude
808s am spinnen homie als wär das hier santa cruz
Lips sind cherry rouge sie lockt mich in ein
the attitude
Girl you be snapping, putting me in a bad move
You ain't got no pass so you better fix your act soon
She a bad bad bitch, wish I never had the bitch
Spotted in the queue now, and it's peak
This girl's got an attitude talking to me
There's a guy on the right and he looks quite sweet
And the bouncer
Nauseous
(Look At My Wrist!)
But It Got Me Saucy
I See Shawty Gotta Attitude, Yeah She A Little Bossy
(YEAH!) (BOW BOW BOW!)
Waist Deep , Waist Deep
I
with the attitude, better than you
Well I've been this way since I was 14,
and I first laid eyes on Sweet Claudine
A face like death, an arse like fire
of the bourbon you better remain in your lane
Ludicrous with the attitude when I’m on the highway get the fuck outa my way
X2
Gtfo outta my way
Already know my
going nowhere
Imma do this till
The death of me
You hear me
That's on everything I love
Fuck with me
I fuck with you
Ugh
Forget the tension
Move swift
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inscreasin' even in my absence
So my attitude is up anxious
Contract all most inspired, make my contract big and ball shit
Got bitches on my side shit,
Niggaz With Attitudes spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin, it's bad timin
(Straight Outta Compton), the king of gangsta rap's dyin
Cause of death
it's all laughter 'til the bitch comes to kiss them
You know the difference between life and death
Is one bad decision, three or four inches
So many
Remix, yo
Laioung in your eardrum
Tripla erre gang è la nuova death row
Tripla erre gang è la nuova death row
Tripla erre gang è la nuova
on death row
Damn, they ain't seen young Nicki in a week
Five shows, made three millie in a week
You are now looking at the the best, the elite
Too bad
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