Attitudes (Remix) Ras Kass (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Intro: Ras Kass]
Yeah, some niggas got bad reputations man
I know I got one
But this dedicated to my homeboy
My nigga Hex Murda, Royce 5'9", Rassy Kassy
C-SICK, Sick Jacken let's get it

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
I'm still a conceited bastard
Threw away in Hell and said fuck it to asthma
Cause I self lord and master
Real nigga, let my nuts hang like a flasher
My life's The Hangover, Anchorman and Wedding Crashers
My niggas mix the weed and the hash up
I keep heavy water stashed up
Feed inter venous like plasma
Keep vix face down with ass up
Like my nigga Cipher Sounds, hope I don't get gassed up
But this Ras and whips get crashed up
Then a niggas ski masked up to up and go get it
My daddy used to say I was obstinate
But then my poppa split so why be the opposite?
The judge sentenced me said I don't respect authority
Yeah, probably true, ask Priority
Ask that bitch nigga Garnett in March I spit on at The Source Awards
So of course it's on
And my verses born with a curse upon
So I be fucking clowns up like circus porn
Peace to my nigga Hex, get well, we all praying
This dedicated to you for being 100 and staying...real
And saying exactly what the fuck you feel
Like these faggots wearing women's skin like Buffalo Bill, haters
I'll let the silencer bust in your grill
Fuck pigs too, I'ma muffle your squeals
And I still walk around like my shit don't stink
Bootleg your album then I'll post your link (nigga)
Fuck I'm so ill and I don't know Bill
So I'd rather kill you
Hide you in the shower and your corpse mildew
View to a kill, niggas hate my guts
But gotta respect how I take your lunch, nigga