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 ****, 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 ****yze

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, ***ka
You thugs out there who don't got a clue
(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the **** out)
Yo, ***k you, you and you, ***k you and you
(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the **** out)
Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Uptown and shoot the **** out)

Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for y'all
With 40 *****'s after y'all

We got it ziplocked
Everybody hit the floor when the **** drop
**** knocked, ***** stop
We roll, we ball, we all night long

We don't stop, *****'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 ****

I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest *****
Models and actresses that swallow bottles, that magnum ****
Get nice as ***k, leave when the lights is up
Tear it down when the mics is up

Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell
****, 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, mother***kers

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, ***ka
You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the **** out)
Yo, ***k you, you and you, ***k you and you
(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the **** out)
Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(You have QB, don't shoot the **** out)

Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for y'all
With 40 *****'s after y'all

Aiyyo ladies, get up, bounce your ***s up
Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this **** up
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That I could give a ****** 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, ***ka
You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the **** out)
Yo, ***k you, you and you, ***k you and you
(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the **** out)
Hey yo *****, you know what I want when I bring my crew
(We go Brick City, don't shoot the **** out)

Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls
I stack, bring it back for y'all
With 40 *****'s after y'all

You thugs out there, you don't got a clue
(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the **** out)
Yo, ***k you, you and you, ***k you and you