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 doesnt 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 dont mean to brag, never never hate
You aint 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, dont know what you was thinking
That dream is over, your body sinking
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
You thugs out there who dont got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, aint shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You have Jersey, aint 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 yall
With 40 niggas after yall
We got it ziplocked (thats right)
Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop
Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)
We roll, we ball, we all night long
We dont stop, niggas thought the heat was gone
But Im 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 Diddys gettin nice as hell
Shit, if I dont write it I recite it well
Locked the flow so tight you gotta know
Imma tumble fore they rock my dough
Motherfuckers
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
You thugs out there, you dont got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, dont shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Shaolin, dont shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(You have QB, dont shoot the shit out)
Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for yall
With 40 niggas after yall
Aiyyo ladies, get up
Bounce your tits up
Be happy Brooklyn aint 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, Im all for drama, a little clap clap there
I mean I aint Ghandi of this whole rap gear
But you see honey that Im 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
Thats how we is, we slide and divide
If she aint with it, I-95
Hit the road tramp, and dont you come back no more
No more, no more, no more
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka
You thugs out there, you dont got a clue
(You got Def Squad, dont shoot the shit out)
Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you
(You got Bad Boy, dont shoot the shit out)
Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, dont shoot the shit out)
Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for yall
With 40 niggas after yall
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