[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]