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3T - Fake Thugs Dedication lyrics
[Puffy]
 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
 [Redman] 
 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
 [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, 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 up3T - Fake Thugs Dedication - http://motolyrics.com/3t/fake-thugs-dedication-lyrics.html
 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
 [Redman] 
 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
 [Puffy]
 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
 [Redman] 
 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








