(feat. Busta Rhymes, Noreaga, Remy Martin)

[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)