[Puffy]
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Aiyyo
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One two, one two
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One two, one two
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This one right here
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Goes out to all the fake thugs out there
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Yeah, yeah uh huh
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Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter
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It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter
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You may say I have a ego, or just merry free
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But none of that tough talk I take seriously
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It goes in one ear and right out the other
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Heard that fake thug shit? brotha
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I don't mean to brag, never never hate
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You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this
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Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed
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I put feelings aside, you know who I am
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P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.
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And I hate when one attempts to analyze
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Franchise, get your hands tied
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Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking
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That dream is over, your body sinking
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[Redman]
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Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
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You thugs out there who don't got a clue
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(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)
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Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
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(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)
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Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
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(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)
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Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls
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I stack, bring it back for y'all
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With 40 nigga's after y'all
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[Puffy]
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We got it ziplocked (that's right)
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Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop
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Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
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We roll, we ball, we all night long
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We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone
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But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme
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BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime
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Immaculate fame, you can have that shit
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I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch
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Models and actresses that swallow bottles
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That magnum shit
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Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up
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Tear it down when the mics is up
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Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell
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Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well
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Locked the flow so tight you gotta know
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I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough
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Motherfuckers
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[Redman]
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Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
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You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
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(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)
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Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
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(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)
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Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
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(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)
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Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
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I stack, bring it back for y'all
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With 40 nigga's after y'all
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[Puffy]
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Aiyyo ladies, get up
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Bounce your tits up
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Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up
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Cause I see some ladies tonight
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That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight
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You might catch a flight if you playing me right
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But if you whack there you gettin cab fare
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Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there
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I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear
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But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?
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All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer
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Back where it is, less traffic there
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Where Cease is with a few of his pieces
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That's how we is, we slide and divide
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If she ain't with it, I-95
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Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more
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No more, no more, no more
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[Redman]
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Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
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You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
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(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)
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Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
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(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)
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Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
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(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)
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Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
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I stack, bring it back for y'all
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With 40 nigga's after y'all
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Repeat chorus until fade
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Fake Thuge Dedication
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Puff Daddy |