50 Cent 50 Cent ft. Sean Paul, G-Unit - Real Rude Boys Lyrics
            Sean Paul:
            Weh easy, weh ya done know so ya make on the cheesy
            Sean-a-peesy, them girls are over breezy
            Longside with 50 Cent yo
            Now them bwoy waan fi them extend yo
        
            Chorus
            Sean Paul:
            Some bwoy fi check it
            Jerk off madness and they no make it
            Some pon inna the week I couldn't go home and then select it
            Haffi get it
            Life is gift no man a wreck it
            But some little youth them don't get it
            (Repeat)
        
            Verse 1
            50 Cent:
            Them say they ready
            But I know for sure they not ready
            Gold is the grain and for sure they don't get it
            4/5th pop of drop they deaded
            n____ come see I mean I forget it
            Real rude boys pop off they don't want credit
            n____s know you did it and police know you did it
            Whenever drama comes a real soldier don't set it
            If it's B did it, big money bet it, in ya brain out and bet it
            Don't front with 50 and Sean Paul
            I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl
            Gangsta see me on those to spray that target
            Cause ya n____s you done know when we finished carpet
            YEAH!!!
        
            Verse 2
            Sean Paul:
            If ya take it in then ya gonna see
            Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be
            Setting all them front up inna the club them a look pon me
            But them grow empty, no artileries yo
            Park it and make it so that they cyah hold them stress
            Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess
            When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked
            And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex
        
            Chorus
            Sean Paul:
            Tell them fi check it
            Jerk off madness and they no make it
            Some pon inna the week I couldn't go home and then select it
            Haffi get it
            Life is a gift no man a wreck it
            It's the same ting me tell them fi check it
        
            Verse 3
            50 Cent:
            Make this money
            n____s like my style I'm chipped up
            Still I won't hesitate to shoot ya whip up
            Gully I got guns, chromes and black ones
            Sniff nose and long joints you might wanna pack one
            With all the bullshit goin' up in the hood
            You need to be something s___ it's on in the hood
            Get ya a__ beat up, stabbed, and shot up
            n____s will tear your f___ing block up
            Over some prada
        
            (Chorus)
        
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