Original Rude Boy
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Yo, crew! Sound speed of sound to the one in
One call in touch, while I tell you big things goin' right about here
And the fact this rootin' squad big up
'Cause the swing team is right about now
Now we're this one!
Yeah, all on for the funk, selected from the region
As yet inside, all courtesy all this fool shit gettin' crew man
Thing called Ring the Alarm
Listen! (The artical rude boy)
Oh my God, you see them? See them wicked? For real
Now we're this one
Right here!
Yeah, here them style yah
Well, I'm a Bad (Bad) Boy (Boy), nah take me fi toy (Toy)
Here comes the original rude boy
Bad boy steppin', no smile, no grin
No time fi play, no time fi laughin'
Passin' through, touch me, bwoy, drink a brew
This wrench up with the Raggamuffin crew
Money or your life (Give me your money or your life)
Because we live in trife (Because we all live trife)
Now what you all gon' do when bad boy a pass through?
Back fi your gun or run fi the whole crew?
'Cause we live in trife (Because we all live trife)
Carry gun and knife (Carry big gun or a knife)
'Cause life, it no easy, believe me
Nobody know, but it tease me, it freak me
Dead body, they drop weekly, peep the
Raggamuffin flow, here we go, deep like deep sea
High fi the flow on the down low
And we no stable, able, lick for the chapel
Lay low, no halo, so put all the money on drop on the table
Yo, I'm able and willin' fi make one killin'
The villain, me cold-hearted, me no have no feelings
Still in (A bad boy)
No bother take me fi toy
Me gun, it no answer back, me gun, it no give no reply
When I move (Ha) then (Ha) slowly up the block (Ha)
And no matter respect, the natural bullet, bwoy, you a go catch (Yeah)
Stop, shot, take back them talk
A bullet pierce your head top, put you in the same box
'Cause I'm a Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy), the artical rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Here comes the original rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy), the artical rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Here comes the original rude boy
Comin' through, man, a bad boy steppin' fi reach the top with dusting
Since me from Flatbush, man, a Flatbush steppin' (Trigga)
Finger itchin' (So lay low when you better stay, ayy)
Bullets done sing (The TEC-9, it not gon' spray, ayy)
Me represent and brawl with all artical
Rude boy, shrewd boy, crude boy, the criminal
So all dutty nigga, leave, word to the better heathen
Indeed, beg and plead or you all gon' bleed
But to be free (But to be free 'cause me is one old gangsta, ayy)
Not test me (Catch up on my boy if me gun, it empty, got plenty)
Rude boy tactics, any time me buck up in the static
Tragic, drop it 'cause me no 'fraid fi bust me 'matic
Ooh, what you a gon' do when me crew pass through?
Call 9-1-1 fi rescue
Guess who? Chip Fu, me no 'fraid of you
If one a call the police, what the fuck them all gon' do? (True)
And to all the bad bwoy who don't have a clue
Y'all through, all crew, better believe it's all true
So who wanna come test the Brooklyn crew?
Them better look what shot it took
But now it's time for the Iron I fi bite the hook
'Cause I'm a Bad (Bad) Boy
Yeah, this is how Brooklyn do it, you know what I'm sayin'?
A little somethin' like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
Peace to the East Coast and West Coast, you know what I'm sayin'?
We do it like this, you know what I'm sayin'? Check the last verse
Here comes the original rude boy
Ayy, yo, everybody, I got my gun 'pon cock (Uh-huh)
All who no have no Glock better lay down flat (Yo)
Don't bother move or you a gon' get shot
'Cause I shot a dutty nigga lot, fearless than that (Uh-huh)
Keep it quiet so me could hear one pin drop (Yeah)
If you start chat, me lick out your head top (Uh-huh)
All who want this better take back them chat (Don't diss)
And when me lick a shot, all rude boy fi answer back (Bo!)
Lyrics dem me got is not subliminal for the rude boy criminal
Original for the boy, for the girl, man
Pass 'round your girl, so don't give me no
Lip, lyrics I spit when I sit down 'pon it (Ha)
Dutty nigga, how you figure that you and I can't take it?
Plenty dreams bwoy did sell me, them always tell me we'd be wealthy
When we still did a walk with hungry belly, let's see
And we could not get one record deal, for real, caps would peel
(Fuck that!) And I man would rob and steal
'Cause I'm a Bad (Bad) Boy
Yeah, motherfucker, let them know
Original artical rude boy, shrewd boy
No bother take you fi toy
'Cause I'm a Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy), the artical rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Here comes the original rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy), the artical rude boy
Bad (Bad) Boy (Bad boy, stay on)
No bother take me fi toy
Here comes the original rude boy