Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rude Bastard, artist - M.O.P.. Album song Foundation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: E1
Song language: English
Rude Bastard |
| 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 |