M.o.p.

M.o.p. - Rude Bastard lyrics

rate me

("HERE COME THE PAIN! ")

BAOW! Yup, yup yup

Y-yo, y-yup yup yup...

Gotta get it nigga

Ay!... Yeah!

You a legend nigga

Nigga you are a LEGEND nigga, C'MON!

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 weap-on (THEN) lead popped off

Niggaz took flight like a 747 (and now)

The block's locked off (if) a head's popped off

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'm a 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 BRRRAP

If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like BRRRAP

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 out) 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

So... so, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You too, you too, fuck you, fuck... you

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