Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics

Fake Thugs Dedication

[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