[{"id":39992261,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication","trackName":"Fake Thugs Dedication","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"Forever","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\nForever\nf/ Redman\n\nAiyyo\nOne two, one two\nOne two, one two\nThis one right here\nGoes out to all the fake thugs out there\nYeah, yeah uh huh\n\nYo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\nYou may say I have a ego, or just merry free\nBut none of that tough talk I take seriously\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nHeard that fake thug shit? brotha\nI don't mean to brag, never never hate\nYou ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\nHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\nI put feelings aside, you know who I am\nP-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\nAnd I hate when one attempts to analyze\nFranchise, get your hands tied\nThrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\nThat dream is over, your body sinking\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there who don't got a clue\n(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\nYo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nWe got it ziplocked (that's right)\nEverybody hit the floor when the shit drop\nShit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\nWe roll, we ball, we all night long\nWe don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\nBut I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\nBAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\nImmaculate fame, you can have that shit\nI just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\nModels and actresses that swallow bottles\nThat magnum shit\nGet nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\nTear it down when the mics is up\nLately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\nShit, if I don't write it I recite it well\nLocked the flow so tight you gotta know\nI'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\nMotherfuckers\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nAiyyo ladies, get up\nBounce your tits up\nBe happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\nCause I see some ladies tonight\nThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\nYou might catch a flight if you playing me right\nBut if you whack there you gettin cab fare\nYo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\nI mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\nBut you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\nAll I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\nBack where it is, less traffic there\nWhere Cease is with a few of his pieces\nThat's how we is, we slide and divide\nIf she ain't with it, I-95\nHit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\nNo more, no more, no more\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nRepeat until fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Thugs Dedication\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194116\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"},{"id":39825510,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication","trackName":"Fake Thugs Dedication","artistName":"P. Diddy & Redman","albumName":"Forever","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\nForever\nf/ Redman\n\nAiyyo\nOne two, one two\nOne two, one two\nThis one right here\nGoes out to all the fake thugs out there\nYeah, yeah uh huh\n\nYo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\nYou may say I have a ego, or just merry free\nBut none of that tough talk I take seriously\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nHeard that fake thug shit? brotha\nI don't mean to brag, never never hate\nYou ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\nHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\nI put feelings aside, you know who I am\nP-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\nAnd I hate when one attempts to analyze\nFranchise, get your hands tied\nThrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\nThat dream is over, your body sinking\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there who don't got a clue\n(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\nYo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nWe got it ziplocked (that's right)\nEverybody hit the floor when the shit drop\nShit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\nWe roll, we ball, we all night long\nWe don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\nBut I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\nBAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\nImmaculate fame, you can have that shit\nI just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\nModels and actresses that swallow bottles\nThat magnum shit\nGet nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\nTear it down when the mics is up\nLately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\nShit, if I don't write it I recite it well\nLocked the flow so tight you gotta know\nI'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\nMotherfuckers\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nAiyyo ladies, get up\nBounce your tits up\nBe happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\nCause I see some ladies tonight\nThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\nYou might catch a flight if you playing me right\nBut if you whack there you gettin cab fare\nYo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\nI mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\nBut you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\nAll I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\nBack where it is, less traffic there\nWhere Cease is with a few of his pieces\nThat's how we is, we slide and divide\nIf she ain't with it, I-95\nHit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\nNo more, no more, no more\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nRepeat until fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Thugs Dedication\n  artist: P. Diddy & Redman\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194116\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"},{"id":39793741,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication","trackName":"Fake Thugs Dedication","artistName":"Diddy feat. Redman","albumName":"Forever","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\nForever\nf/ Redman\n\nAiyyo\nOne two, one two\nOne two, one two\nThis one right here\nGoes out to all the fake thugs out there\nYeah, yeah uh huh\n\nYo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\nYou may say I have a ego, or just merry free\nBut none of that tough talk I take seriously\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nHeard that fake thug shit? brotha\nI don't mean to brag, never never hate\nYou ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\nHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\nI put feelings aside, you know who I am\nP-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\nAnd I hate when one attempts to analyze\nFranchise, get your hands tied\nThrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\nThat dream is over, your body sinking\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there who don't got a clue\n(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\nYo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nWe got it ziplocked (that's right)\nEverybody hit the floor when the shit drop\nShit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\nWe roll, we ball, we all night long\nWe don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\nBut I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\nBAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\nImmaculate fame, you can have that shit\nI just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\nModels and actresses that swallow bottles\nThat magnum shit\nGet nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\nTear it down when the mics is up\nLately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\nShit, if I don't write it I recite it well\nLocked the flow so tight you gotta know\nI'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\nMotherfuckers\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nAiyyo ladies, get up\nBounce your tits up\nBe happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\nCause I see some ladies tonight\nThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\nYou might catch a flight if you playing me right\nBut if you whack there you gettin cab fare\nYo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\nI mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\nBut you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\nAll I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\nBack where it is, less traffic there\nWhere Cease is with a few of his pieces\nThat's how we is, we slide and divide\nIf she ain't with it, I-95\nHit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\nNo more, no more, no more\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nRepeat until fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Thugs Dedication\n  artist: Diddy feat. Redman\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"},{"id":39230801,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication","trackName":"Fake Thugs Dedication","artistName":"Puff Daddy/P. 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Diddy\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194072\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"},{"id":9864984,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication","trackName":"Fake Thugs Dedication","artistName":"Puff Daddy feat. 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Redman","albumName":"Forever","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\nForever\nf/ Redman\n\nAiyyo\nOne two, one two\nOne two, one two\nThis one right here\nGoes out to all the fake thugs out there\nYeah, yeah uh huh\n\nYo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\nYou may say I have a ego, or just merry free\nBut none of that tough talk I take seriously\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nHeard that fake thug shit? brotha\nI don't mean to brag, never never hate\nYou ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\nHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\nI put feelings aside, you know who I am\nP-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\nAnd I hate when one attempts to analyze\nFranchise, get your hands tied\nThrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\nThat dream is over, your body sinking\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there who don't got a clue\n(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\nYo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nWe got it ziplocked (that's right)\nEverybody hit the floor when the shit drop\nShit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\nWe roll, we ball, we all night long\nWe don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\nBut I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\nBAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\nImmaculate fame, you can have that shit\nI just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\nModels and actresses that swallow bottles\nThat magnum shit\nGet nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\nTear it down when the mics is up\nLately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\nShit, if I don't write it I recite it well\nLocked the flow so tight you gotta know\nI'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\nMotherfuckers\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nAiyyo ladies, get up\nBounce your tits up\nBe happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\nCause I see some ladies tonight\nThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\nYou might catch a flight if you playing me right\nBut if you whack there you gettin cab fare\nYo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\nI mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\nBut you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\nAll I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\nBack where it is, less traffic there\nWhere Cease is with a few of his pieces\nThat's how we is, we slide and divide\nIf she ain't with it, I-95\nHit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\nNo more, no more, no more\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nRepeat until fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Thugs Dedication\n  artist: Puff Daddy feat. Diddy feat. Redman\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"},{"id":39545738,"name":"Fake Thugs Dedication feat. 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Diddy","albumName":"Forever","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\nForever\nf/ Redman\n\nAiyyo\nOne two, one two\nOne two, one two\nThis one right here\nGoes out to all the fake thugs out there\nYeah, yeah uh huh\n\nYo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\nYou may say I have a ego, or just merry free\nBut none of that tough talk I take seriously\nIt goes in one ear and right out the other\nHeard that fake thug shit? brotha\nI don't mean to brag, never never hate\nYou ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\nHa, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\nI put feelings aside, you know who I am\nP-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\nAnd I hate when one attempts to analyze\nFranchise, get your hands tied\nThrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\nThat dream is over, your body sinking\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there who don't got a clue\n(You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\nYo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nWe got it ziplocked (that's right)\nEverybody hit the floor when the shit drop\nShit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\nWe roll, we ball, we all night long\nWe don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\nBut I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\nBAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\nImmaculate fame, you can have that shit\nI just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\nModels and actresses that swallow bottles\nThat magnum shit\nGet nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\nTear it down when the mics is up\nLately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\nShit, if I don't write it I recite it well\nLocked the flow so tight you gotta know\nI'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\nMotherfuckers\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nAiyyo ladies, get up\nBounce your tits up\nBe happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\nCause I see some ladies tonight\nThat I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\nYou might catch a flight if you playing me right\nBut if you whack there you gettin cab fare\nYo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\nI mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\nBut you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\nAll I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\nBack where it is, less traffic there\nWhere Cease is with a few of his pieces\nThat's how we is, we slide and divide\nIf she ain't with it, I-95\nHit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\nNo more, no more, no more\n\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\nYou thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n(You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n(You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\nHey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n(We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\nYo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\nI stack, bring it back for y'all\nWith 40 nigga's after y'all\n\nRepeat until fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fake Thugs Dedication feat. Redman\n  artist: P. Diddy\n  album: Forever\n  duration_ms: 194116\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Puff Daddy (P Diddy)\n  Forever\n  f/ Redman\n\n  Aiyyo\n  One two, one two\n  One two, one two\n  This one right here\n  Goes out to all the fake thugs out there\n  Yeah, yeah uh huh\n\n  Yo, when you say you thuggin', it doesn't matter\n  It goes into my mind as just chit-chatter\n  You may say I have a ego, or just merry free\n  But none of that tough talk I take seriously\n  It goes in one ear and right out the other\n  Heard that fake thug shit? brotha\n  I don't mean to brag, never never hate\n  You ain't got the bank that it takes to stop this\n  Ha, ha, ha, ha sucker, you missed\n  I put feelings aside, you know who I am\n  P-U-2-F, keys to the U.S.\n  And I hate when one attempts to analyze\n  Franchise, get your hands tied\n  Thrown over a boat, don't know what you was thinking\n  That dream is over, your body sinking\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there who don't got a clue\n  (You have Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Uptown and shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, we want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  We got it ziplocked (that's right)\n  Everybody hit the floor when the shit drop\n  Shit knocked, bitch stop (bitch, stop)\n  We roll, we ball, we all night long\n  We don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone\n  But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme\n  BAD BOY, we turn it to the scene of the crime\n  Immaculate fame, you can have that shit\n  I just wanna 'gaitor slide with the baddest bitch\n  Models and actresses that swallow bottles\n  That magnum shit\n  Get nice as fuck, leave when the lights is up\n  Tear it down when the mics is up\n  Lately they say Diddy's gettin' nice as hell\n  Shit, if I don't write it I recite it well\n  Locked the flow so tight you gotta know\n  I'mma tumble 'fore they rock my dough\n  Motherfuckers\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You have Boogie Down, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Shaolin, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (You have QB, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Aiyyo ladies, get up\n  Bounce your tits up\n  Be happy Brooklyn ain't shoot this shit up\n  Cause I see some ladies tonight\n  That I could give a condom or 3 babies tonight\n  You might catch a flight if you playing me right\n  But if you whack there you gettin cab fare\n  Yo, I'm all for drama, a little clap clap there\n  I mean I ain't Ghandi of this whole rap gear\n  But you see honey that I'm rappin with there?\n  All I need is a minute to get her back to the Leer\n  Back where it is, less traffic there\n  Where Cease is with a few of his pieces\n  That's how we is, we slide and divide\n  If she ain't with it, I-95\n  Hit the road tramp, and don't you come back no more\n  No more, no more, no more\n\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fucka\n  You thugs out there, you don't got a clue\n  (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you\n  (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Hey yo bitch, you know what I want when I bring my crew\n  (We go Brick City, don't shoot the shit out)\n  Yo, you want hardcore, smash the walls\n  I stack, bring it back for y'all\n  With 40 nigga's after y'all\n\n  Repeat until fade\n"}]