Lyrics:
Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac,
Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep
Notorious
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
hoopties to a drop
Killer be killed
Is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus: x2]
I know you praying I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
to the shacks of Park South
While I'll be outside slingin, you're always high
And don't come around to the crossroads of life
We're to the death, you and me, this
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
Stayin' in the graveyard
Corpses on my radar
Smelling death and resurrect
The bodies for my mentor
Stayin' in the graveyard
The zombies love my
in the major league
functioning like champion off the block yes indeed
straight old school dude not a old fool rude wit an attitude
crushin up these
in the major league
functioning like champion off the block yes indeed
straight old school dude not a old fool rude wit an attitude
crushin up these
"Sellin' death, no conscious has he"
You can't escape the shadow in the light
Shine on ya
"Young man standing on the corner"
Young man where you goin' in
When I met him he was nice enough
For a shot man trying to act real tough in a bar
That kind of attitude won't get you very far
His shirt was open
I'm the kid
Out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on Pun,
with rearranged the whole attitude
When he died I start hustlin' to get paid
I did the opposite I know you turnin' in your grave
When I pray I know you
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'm the trending topic
All this month I just can't stop it
I was scared to death to show my songs but now they rock it
Used to give a handout with my
on a shirt huh body in the dirt huh
Yeah black man with an attitude
Routine stop, shots send me latitude
Another one gone they give him gratitude
It's a full
want
Dominated by the past
I don't wanna make my death a burden for my parents and my bros
I don't wanna kill myself
I just wanna know I'm free to do it
a attitude and i go cop another purse
This gone be the death of me and ima buy my own hurse
Take this perk and ride this D
Hate it when you mad it bothers me
Boca
We was born in Boca
She still know the number
She know it
Even tho
She got that attitude
She goin
Baby come and tell me What you want
Speak on it
millions yea a buck or 2
A platinum wall
We gone see it covered really soon
I gotta ball
Yea I gotta ball
Yea
I'm sippin on it real muddy
Attitude real
Broke a habit of watching my tone so my attitude's on fuck you
Late nights on the drawing board
Street fights was a pointless war
The hierarchy was bound
...
Or brains volleying demons...
Never giving a fuck for the rush chasing death bitch I'm stalking the reaper...
Y'all just live stock I keep a stock
chess, but I see just how you move, baby
I love yo' ass to death, but I hate your attitude, baby
These bitches come in twos, but there's only one of you,
Every victory and exploit is
a wholesale delivery into your hands
It had been prepared from above
We should have attitude of Christ
We should have
Gambino
She got her brother killed he tried to be the hero
I aint tolerating no attitude that's coming from a cheap hoe
Percs got me in my groove
Amiri
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