Fake Thugs Dedication(feat. Redman Lyrics

Fake Thugs Dedication(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 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 sucker, 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 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, fucka

 You thugs out there who don't got a clue

 (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)

 Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you

 (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)

 Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew

 (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)

 Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls 

 I stack, bring it back for y'all

 With 40 nigga's after y'all

 

 [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, nigga'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 shit

 I just wanna 'gaitor 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'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough

 Motherfuckers

 

 [Redman] 

 Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka

 You thugs out there, you don't got a clue

 (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)

 Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you

 (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)

 Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew

 (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)

 Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls 

 I stack, bring it back for y'all

 With 40 nigga's after y'all

 

 [Puffy]

 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 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, fucka

 You thugs out there, you don't got a clue

 (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)

 Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you

 (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)

 Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew

 (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)

 Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls 

 I stack, bring it back for y'all

 With 40 nigga's after y'all

 

 [Repeat chorus until fade]