Rude Boy Lyrics - Rebel With A Cause - Ghetts

I've been through hell and back, selling crack in these depressing flats 

With a weapon that were cheap, because the deaded man would ease 

I remember back then even though my memory's bad 

I ain't forgetting that 

Dat all on my Reeboks, cocoa and that cheap pot 

Popo don't wanna ease up, I'm a no-showing police snuck 

Back door or window, catch me? I don't think so 

I don't know what you've been told, but (rudeboy) 

Hear me nah, hear me nah I'm well known in my area 

In my area I'm well-known, six one, twelve stone 

GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part 

Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard 

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Rude boy, boy, rude boy 

Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy 

Rude boy, boy, rude boy 

Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy 

I'm one old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

I've been through hell and back, so when I'm round friends I brag (about) 

The things I never had (around), my first crimes were snatching leather bags (in town) 

I was never bad, then there was an effect that peer pressure had 

I ain't forgetting that 

Front line in that corner, before gun crime was the norma 

Front line with a bora, mum crying I'm out of order 

Telling me I'm like my dad was, I just wanted a better status 

So I could leave my bike there with no padlock, back when I never had an alias 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier 

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier