, bring it Chorus What?s with the attitude? What?s with it, what?s with it What?s with the attitude? Everybody?s entitled to have one What?s with the attitude
jeff were still best friends, I guess then I decided to cut class to rap full time And get the fuck outta the fake school and rhyme Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude
so quick test us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now Better not be so quick test us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya
a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain
him run On some dumb shit not the assassin', I'mma keep smashin' Stackin' my chedda, chedda, nobody can do it better Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa
you go niggaz hate ya And I ain't trippin', I'ma catch one of them marks on the back street With the black heat, slugs run up like a track meet I'm an anybody killa
sand, discussin' plans with my man Dark blue land, smoke tint, chrome rims And a system that leave my rear views trembling Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya attitude
record, say what Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up When I say pop it up I mean deal it at the turn of the gun We can do it if anybody want
if you can help me here with this thang It's all delicious baby [Verse 3:] I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa
here with this thang It's all delicious baby (Verse 3:) I got dat type of flow to make ya mate scream three Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC I
don't stop [Tech N9ne] I got dat type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3 Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC I neva killed a bianca with a 36
you Make the planet rock [3rd verse] I got the type of flow To make 'em make Scream 3 Six rappers being hunted By a killer M c I never kill the bianca
I died, went to heaven and born again Pimp tight, MJ fuckin' G Death wish meant for anybody touchin' me I'ma hit the dancefloor with a attitude Who's the killer
geah Nigga, geah Check, geah Nigga, geah Uh, c'mon I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin' two sticks Anybody killa
rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles then black out and relapse 'til I act Jack Daniels and yack Burp bubbles, attitude
friends, I guess then I decided to cut class to rap full time And get the fuck outta the fake school and rhyme Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude
trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Pussy nigga, thinking you gon' kill
Attitude shitty Sniffing coke off bitches titties You never thought that I'd be runnin wit the hatchet Who runs detroit? Esham and Kill Patrick I
