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m o p - rude bastard lyrics

[20 seconds of piano playing, followed by a c-cking gun]
(“here come the pain! “)

[intro:]
baow! yup, yup yup
y-yo, y-yup yup yup…
gotta get it n-gg-
ay!… yeah!
you a legend n-gg-
n-gg- you are a legend n-gg-, c’mon!

[lil’ fame:]
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
n-gg-z took flight like a 747 (and now)
the block’s locked off (if) a head’s popped off
before i f-ck around and get one slammed in my dome
and they record it on a camera phone
(f-ck the world!) cause when y’all come for fizzy
i’m a tell his -ss to holla back at me cause i’m busy (oh!)
done with all the hard times and f-cked 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 n-gg-? (h-ll yeah!) then f-ck with us

[chorus: lil’ fame]
they say that i’m a rude b-st-rd, i left my manners at home
you f-cked up and left your hammers at home
ain’t n-body stoppin my shine, we hit ’em like brrrap
if n-gg-z get out of line, we hit ’em like brrrap
so… so, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
you too, you too, f-ck you, f-ck… you

[billy danze:]
d-mn, look they done stuck me in the brown section, permanently
sayin that we are the n-gg-z most likely to fail
they had the whole sh-t (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 f-cks with stains with a pair of dirty vials
servin -ss 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–ss n-gg-, 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
f-ck you

[lil’ fame:]
so… so, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
you too, you too, f-ck you, f-ck… you

[chorus]

[“it’s hurting me” repeats to fade]

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