Rudeboys Lyrics

Writers got the rope

Rudeboys got the dope

Walking the thin line between right and wrong

Sometimes it's hard, so hard to get along





3x ...Beef !





I

I protest against the liar, the truth denier



I

Yes I protest against the fire from the man for hire



I

I protest against the pain from the telly to the brain



I

I got to confess, there's a story to tell





Refrein: Rudeboys on a mission

Babylon, couldn't find no gun

What did it take to make the bitch stop screaming

Pimps be beaming and the "J"s be steaming





...Who the fuck you're foolin' with...





Refrein



Rudeboys on a mission

Babylon, couldn't find no weapon

What did it take to make the bitch stop crying

Can't deny it we we're flying





Writers got the rope

Rude Boys got the dope

Walking the thin line between right and wrong

Sometimes it's hard, so hard to get along





Refrein



Rude Boys on a mission

Babylon, couldn't find no weapon

I say aha as easy as we fly

I say aha roll 'em up / smoke 'em up

Sing it one more time.



Rude Boys on a mission

Babylon couldn't find no gun

What did it take to make the bitch stop crying

Can't deny it we we're flying



...Beef !

...Who the fuck you're foolin' with...

...Beef !





Refrein



Rude Boys on a mission

Babylon, couldn't find no weapon

Weapon, weapon that's another story to tell

Abraham ......



2x It's gonna be dread dread dread right here inna babylon

I&I overstand that the wicked haffi run



A fire burn, a man the wicked yes, them haffi run

A man the wickeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed