[Intro: Khayree, Mac Mall]
You suckas don't know nothing about this problem child
(You want me to follow you? I can't follow you!)
Rude Boy
(I'm a resonator! A king! What? What?)
Rude boy, my boy
Mac Mall, Y.B.B., you suckas
[Verse 1]
Electric youth play nuclear games
No fear, just fire running through my veins
Corner cutthoat, quick to kill the bloodclot
Sucka get smothered with one pull up my Glock
Poverty mixed with hate, increase the murder rate
Society poison me, deal with the beasts you made
The president be crooked, he be truly runnin' game
Lie in my face so we gon hijack the airplane
Blow up the embassy so all political prisoners free
Own the poor, kill the rich, overthrow the regime
Reduce the view to wealth, weak soul, say yourself
I bring that devil face to face with hell, tip the scale
Brothas ain't booty tied, I'm tossing Molotov
Rocket launcher blast off, bring it to them bastards raw
See me on C-SPAN, losing all my religion
Jumpin' on politicians, smothering the policemen
Watch as they run, look as they die
Broadcast it worldwide, brought to you by satellite
Today's the day they finally see the light
Off my infrared beam before I take they life, rude boy
[Chorus]
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
[Verse 2]
Missiles fall from the sky like the tears of our lives
Uncle Sam playin' war games in the stars
Industry putting chemicals in the air we breathe
Populations falling victim to a deadly disease
Look out your window, and honestly it's plain to see
The new order is at hand indeed, rude boy
Gone off that nitro weed, holding the M-16
Weather that fighting and suffering on my fucking knees
Preachers they turn the other cheek, but he can say that speech
When I got coppers popping niggas up and down my street
My little patna saw his father killed by the police
Now he's dedicated to the destruction of the beast
Life expectancy is low in the inner city
Big shots buy stocks and penitentiaries
Sex can mean death, so muthafuckas scared to breathe
CIA sell dope then tell me to be drug free
I'm from the wasteland, Crestside, little Pakistan
Surrounded by sin, most of my niggas turn pagan
Tryna get paid but it's hard cause of inflation
Money is power and this nation ran by masons
The US run things based on intimidation
And all the founding fathers was known to worship Satan
Rude boy, rude boy
[Chorus]
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
[Verse 3]
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in your city bloodthirsty, you know
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in penitentiary bloodthirsty, fosho
Police officer, he get buck-buck-buck-bucked
Judge tried to lock me up, he get buck-buck-buck-bucked
Bitch niggas that hate my guts, they get buck-buck-buck-bucked
Rude boy in the area, you know me don't give a fuck
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in California bloodthirsty, you know
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy down in Texas bloodthirsty, fosho
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in Michigan is bloodthirsty, you know
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in New Jersey is bloodthirsty, fosho
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in ATL is bloodthirsty, you know
Lord, me showing him no mercy
Rude boy in Florida is bloodthirsty, fosho
Lord, me showin' him no mercy
Rude boy up in London bloodthirsty, you know
Lord, me showin' him no mercy
Rude boy down in Kingston bloodthirsty, fosho
[Outro: Mac Mall, Khayree]
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
It's Young Black Brotha records, baby. That's right. What's my name? You know my name. Been listening to my music for years
Rude boy, rude boy