Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics by P. Diddy

Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics

    [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

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