Puff Daddy - Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics
[puffy]AiyyoOne two, one twoOne two, one twoThis one right hereGoes out to all the fake thugs out thereYeah, yeah uh huhYo, when you say you thuggin, it doesnt matterIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatterYou may say I have a ego, or just merry freeBut none of that tough talk I take seriouslyIt goes in one ear and right out the otherHeard that fake thug shit? brothaI dont mean to brag, never never hateYou aint got the bank that it takes to stop thisHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missedI put feelings aside, you know who I amP-u-2-f, keys to the u.s.And I hate when one attempts to analyzeFranchise, get your hands tiedThrown over a boat, dont know what you was thinkingThat dream is over, your body sinking[redman]Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, *****aYou thugs out there who dont got a clue(you have brooklyn, aint shoot the shit out)Yo, ***** you, you and you, ***** you and you(you have jersey, aint shoot the shit out)Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew(we go uptown and shoot the shit out)Yo, we want hardcore, smash the wallsI stack, bring it back for yallWith 40 niggas after yall[puffy]We got it ziplocked (thats right)Everybody hit the floor when the shit dropShit knocked, ***** stop (*****, stop)We roll, we ball, we all night longWe dont stop, niggas thought the heat was goneBut Im back to do it again, leader of rhymeBad boy, we turn it to the scene of the crimeImmaculate fame, you can have that shitI just wanna gaitor slide with the baddest *****Models and actresses that swallow bottlesThat magnum shitGet nice as *****, leave when the lights is upTear it down when the mics is upLately they say diddys gettin nice as hellShit, if I dont write it I recite it wellLocked the flow so tight you gotta knowImma tumble fore they rock my doughMother*****ers[redman]Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, *****aYou thugs out there, you dont got a clue(you have boogie down, dont shoot the shit out)Yo, ***** you, you and you, ***** you and you(you got shaolin, dont shoot the shit out)Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew(you have qb, dont shoot the shit out)Yo, you want hardcore, smash the wallsI stack, bring it back for yallWith 40 niggas after yall[puffy]Aiyyo ladies, get upBounce your tits upBe happy brooklyn aint shoot this shit upCause I see some ladies tonightThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonightYou might catch a flight if you playing me rightBut if you whack there you gettin cab fareYo, Im all for drama, a little clap clap thereI mean I aint ghandi of this whole rap gearBut you see honey that Im rappin with there?All I need is a minute to get her back to the leerBack where it is, less traffic thereWhere cease is with a few of his piecesThats how we is, we slide and divideIf she aint with it, i-95Hit the road tramp, and dont you come back no moreNo more, no more, no more[redman]Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, *****aYou thugs out there, you dont got a clue(you got def squad, dont shoot the shit out)Yo, ***** you, you and you, ***** you and you(you got bad boy, dont shoot the shit out)Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew(we go brick city, dont shoot the shit out)Yo, you want hardcore, smash the wallsI stack, bring it back for yallWith 40 niggas after yallRepeat chorus until fade
