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