Puff Daddy - Fake Thugs Dedication lyrics

(feat. Redman) [Puffy] 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't matter It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter You may say I have a ego, or just merry free But none of that tough talk I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard that fake thug sh**? 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 s**er, you missed I put feelings aside, you know who I am P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S. And I hate when one attempts to an*lyze 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, f**a You thugs out there who don't got a clue (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the sh** out) Yo, f** you, you and you, f** you and you (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the sh** out) Hey yo b**h, you know what I want when I bring my crew (We go Uptown and shoot the sh** out) Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 n***a's after y'all [Puffy] We got it ziplocked (that's right) Everybody hit the floor when the sh** drop sh** knocked, b**h stop (b**h, stop) We roll, we ball, we all night long We don't stop, n***a's 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 sh** I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest b**h Models and actresses that swallow bottles That magnum sh** Get nice as f**, leave when the lights is up Tear it down when the mics is up Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell sh**, if I don't write it I recite it well Locked the flow so tight you gotta know I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough Motherf**ers [Redman] Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, f**a You thugs out there, you don't got a clue (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the sh** out) Yo, f** you, you and you, f** you and you (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the sh** out) Hey yo b**h, you know what I want when I bring my crew (You have QB, don't shoot the sh** out) Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 n***a's after y'all [Puffy] Aiyyo ladies, get up Bounce your tits up Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this sh** 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 all for drama, a little clap clap there I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear But you see honey that I'm rappin with there? All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer 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 [Redman] Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, f**a You thugs out there, you don't got a clue (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the sh** out) Yo, f** you, you and you, f** you and you (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the sh** out) Hey yo b**h, you know what I want when I bring my crew (We go Brick City, don't shoot the sh** out) Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls I stack, bring it back for y'all With 40 n***a's after y'all [Repeat chorus until fade]