Lyrics:
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
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
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
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'
(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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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