Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake Thugs Dedication, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fake Thugs Dedication |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |