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 b**** stop screaming
Pimps be beaming and the "J"s be steaming

...Who the f*** you're foolin' with...

Refrein
Rudeboys on a mission
Babylon, couldn't find no weapon
What did it take to make the b**** 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 b**** stop crying
Can't deny it we we're flying

...Beef !
...Who the f*** 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