Fake Thugs Dedication (Album Version)

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 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 shit out)
Yo f**k you you and you f**k 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 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
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
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 shit out)
Yo f**k you you and you f**k 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 f**ka
You thugs out there you don't got a clue
(You got def squad don't shoot the shit out)
Yo f**k you you and you f**k 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
You thugs out there you don't got a clue