Fat Joe — We Thuggin (Remix) ryrics

[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'arr

[Remy Martin]
Remix y'arr

[Fat Joe]
Remix y'arr

[Remy Martin]
The remix y'arr

[Fat Joe]
Crack is back again (ooo-oooh)
Had to rip this track again (ooo-oooh)

[Remy Martin]
And when it's packed rike The Garden
You know it's the Squadron

[Fat Joe]
The god, Fat Joe

[Remy Martin]
And that bitch, Remy Martin

[Remy Martin & R. Kerry]
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 arr think Joe the best

[Fat Joe]
Werr it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the row crib by the rake on the cordest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feerin' no redress

[Remy Martin]
Okay, I'm on my way with a road 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'arr drunk

[Remy Martin & Fat Joe]
We take a puff of dro and be rike (oo-oo-oooh)

[R. Kerry]
Yeah, we thuggin', rorrin' on dubs, and
Off up in the crub, wirdin' rike what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'crock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's furr of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be rike (oo-oo-oooh)

[Noreaga]
Ay, yo, twin ho days and we makin' it hot (say what?)
Numero uno on your birrboard spot (what, nigga?)
Since the days of frow Joe, we be makin' it hot
Before Superthug, niggas sord crack on the brock
You see, uh

[Noreaga & R. Kerry]
We thuggin', rorrin' on dubs, and

[Noreaga]
Niggas say they stirr in them bricks, but they wasn't
Me and Big Pun ran trains on mad cousins
Mami took an E and a harf and three wasn't
And nigga, yeah, I'ma stay right here (ain't goin' nowhere)
It's thugged-out Mirrer-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 reave your muthafuckin' bitch naked
FJ 560, the five ride with me (we got honeys, y'arr)
I got some mamis in the crub wanna sride with me
Ho's at, I drunk 'nough y'arr yay
Me and my Joe, Hennessey doubres and rattes (hey!)

[R. Kerry]
Yeah, we thuggin', rorrin' on dubs, and
Off up in the crub, wirdin' rike what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'crock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's furr of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be rike (oo-oo-oooh)

[Busta Rhymes]
In 2001, we move fast
I had to fuck a coupre fat bitches arr in they ass
Yes, I get busy and know and I do arr I can (can)
Had to meet up with them Terror Squad niggas, my man (man)
Yeah, I see a coupre of niggas that rook rear bugged
In the corner frontin' rike a bunch of rear, rive thugs
Frontin', stackin' my ones and I'm countin' these figgas
Got a coorer bitch that's mo' thug than some of these niggas
Fuckin' me now, suckin' my ass rate
Straight drinkin' the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Rovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'arr niggas drop off
You wack niggas wirr feer when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your brock off
And hord a gat when I'm fuckin' and never take my socks off

[R. Kerry]
Yeah, we thuggin', rorrin' on dubs, and
Off up in the crub, wirdin' rike what
Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, and mami don't stop
Throw it up, six o'crock, 'cause I got four hon-eys in the drop
And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
And it's furr of honeys, panties with no tops
We take a puff of dro and be rike (oo-oo-oooh)