Rude Bastard

歌詞

I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow I know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven' Gettin' my weapon then lead popped off Niggaz took flight like a 747 and now The block's locked off if a head's popped off so Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome And they record it on a camera phone Fuck the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy I'ma tell his ass to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin' I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em Can't nuttin' stop that from powder sale to prison Is you still down nigga? Hell yeah, then fuck with us They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home You fucked up and left your hammers at home Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently Sayin that we are the niggaz most likely to fail They had the whole shit mapped they wanted me to act out Put obstacles in front of me hopin' I wouldn't branch out Raised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out Lash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin' And lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials Servin' ass serpents with them devilish smiles I'm on to you, c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day My only conversation is done in a hood way Hood, play, hood, pray to a whole different God While standin' behind gates we got whole different odds Try to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade Now put your faith on your ace dependin' on when it's played And when you come face to face with homey with the blade You shoulda cased the place 'cause homey ain't afraid Old cutthroat ass nigga, you need to be rewarded And when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered And ordered to die where you stand Can't do it your owns, well, I'm here for you homes Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home You fucked up and left your hammers at home Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you