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Rude Bastard Lyrics

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

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