Fake Thugs Dedication (feat. Redman)

Yeah

Ayo

Ayo

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 an ego or just worry-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? Brother

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-two F, keys to the US

And I hate when one attempts to analyze

The franchise, get your hands tied

Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking

That dream is over, your body's sinking, yeah, motherfuckers[Chorus: Redman]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up)

Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Jersey ain't shoot this shit up)

Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad Uptown ain't shoot this shit up)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls

Stop, bring it back for y'all

With forty niggas after y'all

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, niggas 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 'gator 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'ma tumble 'fore they rock my dough, motherfuckers[Chorus: Redman]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Boogie Down don't shoot this shit up)

Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Shaolin don't shoot this shit up)

Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad QB don't shoot this shit up)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls

Stop, bring it back for y'all

With forty niggas after y'all

Ayo, 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 three 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, little clap, clap there

I mean, I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap year

But you see honey that I'm rappin' with there?

All I need is a minute to get her back to the lair

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[Chorus: Redman &

Diddy

]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Def Squad don't shoot this shit up)

Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Bad Boy don't shoot this shit up)

Ayo, bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew (Be glad Brick City don't shoot this shit up)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls

Stop, bring it back for y'all

With forty niggas after y'all

For you thugs out there who don't got a clue (Be glad Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up,

be glad Diddy ain't shoot this shit up

)

Yo, fuck you, you, and you, fuck you and you (Be glad Jersey ain't shoot this shit up)

Ayo, bitch—