, 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
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 [Lil' Boss] I'm an anybody killa
telling where I'm going, if I get put on my back If I could be like anybody, it's you my Lord Cause in any situation, you know what to do my Lord My attitude
rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes
And 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
run On some dumb shit not the assassin Imma keep snatchin' Stackin my chedda chedda Nobody can do it better Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa
not be so quick test us, (May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay) 'cause we'll come to kill ya, now We'll kill ya, now [Krayzie
I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax light a couple wax candles then black out And relapse til I yack Jack Daniels and yap, burp bubbles Attitudes
, 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 is a gimmick
planet rock It 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
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
see 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
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
