Fat Joe]

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh

For my dirty, dirty

D.C. what?

Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.

Remix y'all



[Remy Martin]

Remix y'all



[Fat Joe]

Remix y'all



[Remy Martin]

The remix y'all



[Fat Joe]

Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)

Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)



[Remy Martin]

And when it's packed like The Garden

You know it's the Squadron



[Fat Joe]

The god, Fat Joe



[Remy Martin]

And that bitch, Remy Martin



[Remy Martin & R. Kelly]

We thuggin'



[Fat Joe]

You know the rest

Got the tank top on that show the vest



[Remy Martin]

I know some chickens that be strippin' and they show they breasts

And they all think Joe the best



[Fat Joe]

Well it's on if they got no regrets

Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake on the coldest sect

I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress



[Remy Martin]

Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess

But, I got four niggas in my truck



[Fat Joe]

And if you bring 'em to my crib, they gettin' fucked up



[Remy Martin]

I'ma sneak 'em in the back as soon as y'all drunk



[Remy Martin & Fat Joe]

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)



[R. Kelly]

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

Off up in the club, wildin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop

Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)



[Noreaga]

Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?)

Numero uno on your billboard spot (what, nigga?)

Since the days of flow Joe, we be makin' it hot

Before Superthug, niggas sold crack on the block

You see, uh



[Noreaga & R. Kelly]

We thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and



[Noreaga]

Niggas say they still in them bricks, but they wasn't

Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins

Mami took an E and a half and three wasn't

And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere)

It's thugged-out Miller-tainment, and it's somethin' to fear

And I ain't got time for diss records (no time for that)

Catch me in the streets, and I'ma leave your muthafuckin' bitch naked

FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'all)

I got some mamis in the club wanna slide with me

Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'all yay

Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubles and lattes (hey!)



[R. Kelly]

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

Off up in the club, wildin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop

Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh)



[Busta Rhymes]

In 2001, we move fast

I had to fuck a couple fat bitches all in they ass

Yes, I get busy and know and I do all I can (can)

Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man)

Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged

In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs

Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas

Got a cooler bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas

Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass late

Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser

When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors

Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper

One by one, watchin' y'all niggas drop off

You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off

Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off

And hold a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off



[R. Kelly]

Yeah, we thuggin', rollin' on dubs, and

Off up in the club, wildin' like what

Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop

Throw it up, six o'clock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop

And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot

And it's full of honeys, panties with no tops

We take a puff of dro and be like (oo-oo-oooh