M.o.p. - 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 d**h on the resoups and lottos At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven' Gettin' my weapon then lead popped off n***az took flight like a 747 and now The block's locked off if a head's popped off so Before I f** around and get one slammed in my dome And they record it on a camera phone f** the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy I'ma tell his a** to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh Done with all the hard times and f**ed 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***a? Hell yeah, then f** with us They say that I'm a rude ba*tard, I left my manners at home You f**ed up and left your hammers at home Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like If n***az get out of line, we hit 'em like So, so f** you, f** you, f** you You too, you too, f** you, f** you Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently Sayin that we are the n***az most likely to fail They had the whole sh** 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 f**s with stains with a pair of dirty vials Servin' a** 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 a** n***a, 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** you, f** you, f** you, f** you You too, you too, f** you, f** you They say that I'm a rude ba*tard, I left my manners at home You f**ed up and left your hammers at home Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like If n***az get out of line, we hit 'em like So, so f** you, f** you, f** you You too, you too, f** you, f** you