Rude Bastard M.O.P.

{*20 seconds of piano playing, followed by a cocking gun*}
("HERE COME THE PAIN!!")

[Intro]
BAOW! Yup, yup yup
Y-yo, y-yup yup yup..
Gotta get it nigga
Ay! ... Yeah!
You a legend nigga
Nigga you are a LEGEND nigga, C'MON!!!

[Lil' Fame]
I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow
I know the script, I know the breaks, I know the hits
That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy
Fresh to death dungaree suits and lottos
At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, "All the Way to Heaven"
Gettin my wop on (THEN) lead popped off
Niggas took flight like a 747 (and now)
The block's locked off (if) a head's popped off
Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome
And they record it on a camera phone
(FUCK THE WORLD!) Cause when God come for Fizzy
I'mma tell his ass to holla back at me cause I'm busy (OH!)
Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin
I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em
Can't nuttin stop that but powder sale or prison
Is you still down nigga? (HELL YEAH!) Then fuck with us