Fake Thugs Dedication Lyrics - Forever - P. Diddy

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 

Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop 

Shit knocked, 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 Gandhi 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 

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