Fake Thugs Dedication

[Intro: Puffy]
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

[Verse 1: Puffy]
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

[Verse 2: 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, 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

[Verse 3: Puffy]
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—