Full Force The Good The Bad The Thugly Lyrics

The Good The Bad The Thugly Lyrics

f/ Allure, Bambue, D.J. Ace, Raekwon, Scarface



[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 sick

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)