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Puff Daddy F/ Redman Miscellaneous Fake Thugs Dedication [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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