| 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 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
[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 |
