Puff Daddy/P. Diddy

Puff Daddy/P. Diddy - Fake Thugs Dedication lyrics

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[Puff Daddy]
 Aiyyo
 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

 Yo when you say you thuggin  it doesn matter
 It goes into my mind as just chit chatter
 You may say I have a ego  or just maybe three
 But none of that tough luck I take seriously
 It goes  in one ear and right out the other
 Heard that fake thug shit? brotha
 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) ha (ha) ha sucker you missed
 I put feelings inside, you know who I am
 P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.
 And I hate when one, attempts to analyze
 Franchise get your hands tied
 Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking
 That dream is over, your body sinking

 [Redman]
 Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
 All of you thugs out there, who don't got it,
 Come to Brooklyn and get shoot to shit,
 Yo fuck you you and you you, fuck you and you
 See that, Brooklyn get shoot to shit
 Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
 You know we tired and you shoot to shit
 You want hardcore smash the walls
 Back, and back, back to y'all
 With funny niggas after y'all

 [Puff Daddy]
 You got it ziplocked (that's right)
 Everybody hits the floor when the shit drops
 This shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
 We brawl, we pile, we all night long
 We don't stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
 But I'm back to do it again, lead up rhymes
 BAD BOY, we turn into the scene of the crime
 I'm accurate, damn you can have that shit
 I just wanna get a 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 got to know
 I'm tight with my glock and my dough
 Motherfuckers

 [Redman]
 Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
 All of you thugs out there, who don't got it,
 How many times we tear it down and shoot to shit now,
 Yo fuck you you and you you, fuck you and you
 Yo in Brooklyn you'd get shoot to shit
 Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want and what I bring
 Don't fuck with me you won't get shoot to shit
 You want hardcore smash the walls
 Back, and back, back to y'all
 With funny niggas after y'all

 [Puff Daddy]
 Aiyyo 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 or 3 babies tonight
 You might catch a flight if you playing me right
 But if you whack there you gettin cab fare
 Yo, I'm more for drama little clap clap there
 I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear
 But you see honey what I'm rappin with there?
 All I need is a minute to get back to the lair
 Back where it is let's trap the deal, where
 Cease is with a few of his pieces
 That's how we is, east side and divide
 If she ain't with, I-9-5 hit the road tramp
 And don't you come back no more no more no more
 No more

 [Redman]
 Yo yo yo, yo yo yo
 All of you thugs out there, who don't got it
 You ain't touched fuck don't shoot to shit
 Fuck you you and you you, fuck you and you
 We with Bad Boy don't shoot to shit
 Aiyyo bitch, you know what I want, and what I bring
 Yo New York city don't shoot to shit
 You want hardcore smash the walls
 Back, and back, back to y'all
 With funny niggas after y'all

 Repeat to fade

 P Diddy gonna shoot to shit
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