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letra de attitudes (radio edit) - south circle

[verse 1: thorough]
believe half of what you see, none of what you hear
stay clear of all them fakes, and watch the friends you make
as i dig in the crates of my mind don’t betray
from homies to cronies, on down to females well
let’s reminisce like mary jane, when me and my crew used to run wild everyday
alot of days i’d be scared, unprepared, but my boys was there, so i didn’t care
but that was then, and this is now, i can’t be acting wild, i’m tryna make momma proud
so here i stand, a man moving on. cause ya’ll be doing that same dumb sh-t too long
lord knows, the o’jays told me, “they smile in your face and stab you in the back” homie
only the way you act and the things you do, make me have the att-tude that i have toward you…true
jealousy and envy is not a friend of me, matter fact it’s a enemy i tend to be quiet
and stay to myself, do more listening than talking and let them play they self yo
left alot of broads in the fall back when i was small, they go and show me no love at all
call me stuby, stuck up, or even rude, but i asked you…who’s got the att-tude?

it’s your att-tude, that’s what describes you
be what you wanna be, do what you gotta do

[verse 2: mr. mike]
now from beginning to ending, i send the message to my kin…folks wherever they go
i be teachin’ them cause they don’t know, about the games people play (aayay), it happens all in a day
swear your ears to yester years, as i begin to see my peers, convincing me to do the things i feared
thank god i had the nerve to go another route, i went another route, and now they want me out
i thought that these were my friends to the end, but no friends to the end, cause that friend’s always at the end
bended knees help me when i was in need, had to say a prayer, to the one upstairs, now i’m finally there
and ya’ll don’t wanna see me up here, cause ya’ll can’t get from down there
and when ya’ll see me now, all you do is stare…me up and down wishing that you could be in my shoes, but to fill my shoes the individual must pay some dues
i works by day, i works by night, so that one day my little girl can say her daddy kept her real tight
fight the enemy, giving me problems, i dodged them, watching for att-tudes cause nowadays they robbin’
the mind frame of the simple and plain, i blame…society for not having more men like me, and now you waits for my downfall
the att-tudes of you, but every man bounces his own ball

it’s your att-tude, that’s what describes you
be what you wanna be, do what you gotta do

- south circle

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