Meet them up the street, see them down the lane Rude boys walk around and they don't walk with shame Creating trouble there, making trouble here, Filling each and everyone they pass with fear They love to carry knives and they love to carry guns Their ambition is plain to see When I was a youth my mother said to me: "Never be walking with no rudeboy company!" Just the other day another man get shot And the family, dem left to cry Yes the other day next youth get shot Mi nah know the reason why Most of dem are young, soon dem life be done Never care bout you and me just doing wrong Never doing right, everyday a fight No one never tell di rudeboy dem "hold tight" Nuff a dem a shoot, nuff a dem a loot Their ambition is plain to see When I was a youth my mother said to me: "Never be walking with no rudeboy company!"