Fake Thugs Dedication

Lyrics

[Intro: Puffy] Yeah Ayo Ayo One, two, one, two One, two, one, two This one right here Goes out to all the fake thugs out there Yeah, yeah, uh-huh [Verse 1: Puffy] Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter You may say I have an ego or just worry-free But none of that tough talk I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard that fake thug shit? Brother I don't mean to brag, never, never hate You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this Ha, ha, ha, ha, sucker, you missed I put feelings aside, you know who I am P-U-two F, keys to the US And I hate when one attempts to analyze The franchise, get your hands tied Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking That dream is over, your body's sinking, yeah, motherfuckers [Chorus: Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up) Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Jersey ain't shoot this shit up) Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad Uptown ain't shoot this shit up) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls Stop, bring it back for y'all With forty niggas after y'all [Verse 2: Puffy] We got it ziplocked (That's right) Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop Shit knocked, bitch, stop (Bitch, stop) We roll, we ball, we all night long We don't stop, niggas thought the heat was gone But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme Bad Boy, we turn it to the scene of the crime Immaculate, fame, you can have that shit I just wanna 'gator slide with the baddest bitch Models and actresses That swallow bottles, that magnum shit Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up Tear it down when the mics is up Lately, they say, "Diddy's gettin' nice as hell" Shit, if I don't write it, I recite it well Locked the flow so tight, you gotta know I'ma tumble 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers [Chorus: Redman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Boogie Down don't shoot this shit up) Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Shaolin don't shoot this shit up) Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad QB don't shoot this shit up) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls Stop, bring it back for y'all With forty niggas after y'all [Verse 3: Puffy] Ayo, ladies, get up Bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up 'Cause I see some ladies tonight That I could give a condom three babies tonight You might catch a flight if you playing me right But if you whack there, you gettin' cab fare Yo, I'm all for drama, little clap, clap there I mean, I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap year But you see honey that I'm rappin' with there? All I need is a minute to get her back to the lair Back where it is less traffic there Where Cease is with a few of his pieces That's how we is, we slide and divide If she ain't with it, I-95 Hit the road, tramp, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more [Chorus: Redman & Diddy] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Def Squad don't shoot this shit up) Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Bad Boy don't shoot this shit up) Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad Brick City don't shoot this shit up) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls Stop, bring it back for y'all With forty niggas after y'all For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up, be glad Diddy ain't shoot this shit up) Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Jersey ain't shoot this shit up) Ayo, bitch—