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P Diddy Puff Daddy Fake Thugs Dedication text (words of the song)
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Artist: P Diddy Puff Daddy Lyrics
Song Title: Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics
Album: Forever 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
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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, ****a
You thugs out there who don't got a clue
{You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out}
Yo, **** you, you and you, **** 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 ****, 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
Mother****ers

{Redman}
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, ****a
You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
{You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out}
Yo, **** you, you and you, **** 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, ****a
You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
{You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out}
Yo, **** you, you and you, **** 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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