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(feat. 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 Letras de cancionesYou 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) From Letras Mania