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Fat Joe - The Good, the Bad, the Thugly lyrics
[Intro: D.J. Ace (Full Force)]
 All my cats, international, worldwide
 Niggas know how it get down
 This the O.C.N., body prover, stick and mover
 Get more gangsta, Patti Labelle'd out wigs
 D.J. Ace the original crowd motivator
 The Good: (Bambue), The Bad: (Raekwon), The Thugly: (Scarface)
 Wit fine sexy ass Allure on the hook, nigga
 Full Force on the hook, nigga, Lou Star on the hook, cat
 Pitch Black, the track, yo, Full Force is back, let's go
 (This one is dedicated, to all the haters, the non believers
 Those who counted us out the game, no, we all here, yo
 Those bullshit executives, who don't know a damn thing
 This is for the people, Full Force, yeah)
 [Chorus: Allure (Full Force)]
 You've done up and done it now, real niggas stand up, testify
 (We are here to show that Full Force, ain't none to fuck wit)
 Ya'll play fool, but don't forget, Full Force, now jumpstart this shit
 (We are here to show that Full Force, ain't none to fuck wit)
 [Raekwon]
 Aiyo, take money and chill, the most illest out of reels
 Jump out of wheels, prada slip-ons, a lot of bills
 You connin' it, this don, the streets honor it
 Lean back and green garnaments, clean ornaments
 Post in your arial, what, what, what, smoke in your area
 Son, gun up provoke in your area
 Swim through mammal style, do you, I do it great flannel style
 A lot of ammo when a lot of owls
 Run wit B.K. reppers, blow, swifter and sweeter than a neck
 To dress my ass off, wreck somethin', blow monster hits
 Wit dominance, it ain't real, and no honor this, might get you a honor spliff
 Catch me in shoes and jeans, B.M. wagon
 Lightin' up green, typin' up a letter by all means
 Full Force come wit it, makin' this all real
 I'm done wit, snatch paper kid, run wit it
[Chorus]
 [Bambue]
 Aiyo, hold up, stop, my niggas had this shit locked
 Since the pop wilds, some that got
 And show and tell time, he speaks, they can't sleep
 Recognize what's goin' down, and bang this up in the streets
 Some died, some dried out, had you cried out twice
 I say I roll wit Full Force, you lookin' at me like
 The fuck, you better get wit it ya'll
 Not too many niggas got diamond plaques up on the wall
 And it's fact, will never fall, on hits I flip sickFat Joe - The Good, the Bad, the Thugly - http://motolyrics.com/fat-joe/the-good-the-bad-the-thugly-lyrics.html
 Blowin' up another chick wit big tits
 Money talk, bullshit walk, know the rhyme
 Give me beats that throw hook, like no hook, I punchlines
 Roll wit Full Force, cuz I won't settle for less
 Of course I'm on this joint, cuz I gotta have the best
 Come through wit big niggas, me and my dough deliver
 Bambue, boom, who's the flex spitter?
[Chorus]
 [Scarface]
 If you done heard one ghetto story, you heard 'em all
 Seem like every rapper rhymin' bout they turnin' ball
 That's why I got on this song, so I can let a nigga know
 I ain't doin' this for the floss, baby, this for dough
 Imagine if the whole rap game was ice and blunts
 And in every other bird, you shot your dice and guns
 Sit that trifle up, ok, try for this, like a talented man, the right to win
 Strand, wacker shit sell than most tapes
 Me and Force fed, bullshit, you lose grapes, like
 Full Force, I remember now to speak your play
 In the hard ways, on the telephone all day
 So I had to come and rep it for the O.G.'s
 So some mistake it for the Force M.D.'s
 I move up on your sheets, so I had to come get it
 I appreciate you puttin' me down, that's a privilege
 [Allure]
 Now it's our time to shine, Full Force get busy, one more time
[instrumental break]
 [Chorus: Allure (Full Force)]
 You've done up and done it now, real niggas stand up, testify
 (We are here to show that Full Force, ain't none to fuck wit)
 Real niggas dance up in this mix, Full Force back up in this mix
 (We are here to show that Full Force, ain't none to fuck wit)
 [Outro: D.J. Ace (Full Force)]
 Yeah, nigga, you know how it get down
 Representin' New York City, D.J. Ace along side Full Force
 We still standing for Y2K and beyond
 East Coast, West Coast, we're tired of this shit, nigga, put your hands down
 Along side my man Raekwon, represent the Wu
 The infamous Scarface, and the girl Bambue, the grave spitter
 Pop this shit in your whip, boy, all the independent women stack your paper
 You know what time it is, all my niggas push it up, pop your collar
 Hah-hah, come on
 (We are here to show that Full Force ain't nothin' to fuck wit)








