Fake Thugs Dedication (feat. Redman) (Explicit)
Puff Daddy"Fake Thugs Dedication (feat. Redman) (Explicit)" là bài hát của Puff Daddy, 1999, Pop. Thời lượng 3:04, 87 lines / 688 words.
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0:02Aiyyo
0:07One two one two
0:10One two one two
0:13This one right here
0:14Goes out to all the fake thugs out there
0:17Yeah yeah uh huh
0:18Yo when you say you thuggin' it doesn't matter
0:20It goes into my mind as just chit chatter
0:23You may say I have a ego or just merry free
0:25But none of that tough talk I take seriously
0:27It goes in one ear and right out the other
0:29Heard that fake thug sh*t brotha
0:32I don't mean to brag never never hate
0:34You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this
0:37Ha ha ha ha sucker you missed
0:39I put feelings aside you know who I am
0:41P u 2 f keys to the us
0:43And I hate when one attempts to analyze
0:45Franchise get your hands tied
0:48Thrown over a boat don't know what you was thinking
0:50That dream is over your body sinking
0:53Yo yo yo yo yo yo f**ka
0:55You thugs out there who don't got a clue
0:58(You have brooklyn ain't shoot the sh*t out)
0:59Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you
1:04(You have jersey ain't shoot the sh*t out)
1:05Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew
1:07(We go Uptown and shoot the sh*t out)
1:09Yo we want hardcore smash the walls
1:11I stack bring it back for y'all
1:12With 40 ni**a's after y'all
1:13We got it ziplocked (that's right)
1:15Everybody hit the floor when the sh*t drop
1:17Sh*t knocked b**ch stop (b**ch stop)
1:18We roll we ball we all night long
1:20We don't stop ni**a's thought the heat was gone
1:22But I'm back to do it again leader of rhyme
1:25Bad boy we turn it to the scene of the crime
1:27Immaculate fame you can have that sh*t
1:29I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest b**ch
1:31Models and actresses that swallow bottles
1:35That magnum sh*t
1:36Get nice as f**k leave when the lights is up
1:39Tear it down when the mics is up
1:41Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell
1:43Sh*t if I don't write it I recite it well
1:46Locked the flow so tight you gotta know
1:48I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough
1:50Motherf**kers
1:50Yo yo yo yo yo yo f**ka
1:52You thugs out there you don't got a clue
1:54(You have boogie down don't shoot the sh*t out)
1:55Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you
1:57(You got shaolin don't shoot the sh*t out)
1:59Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew
2:02(You have qb don't shoot the sh*t out)
2:04Yo you want hardcore smash the walls
2:06I stack bring it back for y'all
2:07With 40 ni**a's after y'all
2:08Aiyyo ladies get up
2:10Bounce your tits up
2:11Be happy brooklyn ain't shoot this sh*t up
2:13Cause I see some ladies tonight
2:14That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight
2:17You might catch a flight if you playing me right
2:19But if you whack there you gettin cab fare
2:23Yo I'm all for drama a little clap clap there
2:25I mean I ain't ghandi of this whole rap gear
2:27But you see honey that I'm rappin with there
2:29All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer
2:32Back where it is less traffic there
2:34Where cease is with a few of his pieces
2:36That's how we is we slide and divide
2:39If she ain't with it I 95
2:41Hit the road tramp and don't you come back no more
2:44No more no more no more
2:45Yo yo yo yo yo yo f**ka
2:47You thugs out there you don't got a clue
2:48(You got def squad don't shoot the sh*t out)
2:50Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you
2:52(You got bad Boy don't shoot the sh*t out)
2:54Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew
2:57(We go brick city don't shoot the sh*t out)
2:59Yo you want hardcore smash the walls
3:01I stack bring it back for y'all
3:03With 40 ni**a's after y'all
3:04You thugs out there you don't got a clue
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 sh*t 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 us 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 f**ka You thugs out there who don't got a clue (You have brooklyn ain't shoot the sh*t out) Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you (You have jersey ain't shoot the sh*t out) Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew (We go Uptown and shoot the sh*t out) Yo we want hardcore smash the walls I stack bring it back for y'all With 40 ni**a's after y'all We got it ziplocked (that's right) Everybody hit the floor when the sh*t drop Sh*t knocked b**ch stop (b**ch stop) We roll we ball we all night long We don't stop ni**a'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 sh*t I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest b**ch Models and actresses that swallow bottles That magnum sh*t Get nice as f**k leave when the lights is up Tear it down when the mics is up Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell Sh*t 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 Motherf**kers Yo yo yo yo yo yo f**ka You thugs out there you don't got a clue (You have boogie down don't shoot the sh*t out) Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you (You got shaolin don't shoot the sh*t out) Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew (You have qb don't shoot the sh*t out) Yo you want hardcore smash the walls I stack bring it back for y'all With 40 ni**a's after y'all Aiyyo ladies get up Bounce your tits up Be happy brooklyn ain't shoot this sh*t 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 f**ka You thugs out there you don't got a clue (You got def squad don't shoot the sh*t out) Yo f**k you you and you f**k you and you (You got bad Boy don't shoot the sh*t out) Hey yo b**ch you know what I want when I bring my crew (We go brick city don't shoot the sh*t out) Yo you want hardcore smash the walls I stack bring it back for y'all With 40 ni**a's after y'all You thugs out there you don't got a clue
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