Ugly (Thug It Out)

Lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] 1-2-3 in the place to be Time for that new Jada Hold up, this is a warm up Double R, D-Block [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Put ya hoodie on just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out Put ya hoodie on just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out It can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can, it can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can, it can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can get ugly! [Interlude: Jadakiss] The Professional 3 – ahhhhhhh! [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Fuck is everybody so mad at the South for? (Why?) Learn how to switch your style up and go southpaw (Try) If you ain't mean to say it, what you open ya mouth for? Better reason for me just to open ya scalp more (Uh-huh) All these methaphors and similes are memories I'ma expose these young dudes' identity I'm still slick with the tongue and quick with the gun Give it back to whoever, I'm as real as they come Mwah is amongst the apprentices And these little dudes is just playing with sentences The difference is (What?) They do it for less, I do it the best How many live niggas you know that do it to death? Yes, life is a bitch, and I came in her Similar to Melo when it comes to the game winners Whatever, duke – we can lock up, or slug it out Either way, you'd be amazed how I thug it out – what! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out Put, put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out It can get ugly! [Verse 2: Jadakiss] If I can't hit my target with a slug, I'ma hock it The way the bullets come out of the Thompson is awkward I understand Spanish much better than I talk it (Vato) I'm always "Down Bottom," but I stay on some "New York" shit Right now the budgets is real tight A mill's light, but, real life – I can drop whenever I feel like Screw what the odds is Your boy got the Artful Dodgers sitting on top of the Nike boots marvelous Compare me to nothing around If you do, it's the tool that's up in the air or under the ground Now, 25 357's, all chrome heads Baseball gloves, the Champion hoodies, the coneheads Me, I get the loot and I'm out (Gone), not unless I'm shooting out My flow is like the needles, right before you get a root canal We the ones bugging out, slugging out, show you what a thug about It's a damn shame how we thug it out [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out Put, put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out It can get ugly! [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Took care of my business with Diddy Just waiting on the Ryders and Jimmy to slide me a couple of pennies Something mean from the Philippines on my chest, and Checking out the NCAA in high-def'n I don't have a problem with squeezing a quarter Or getting a liter of water to even the order Six hard months with no D, we can flood it out I know what exactly what y'all need – me to thug it out [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New York City, thug it on out Put, put ya hoodie on and just thug it on out ACG boots, thug it on out Let ya pants sag and just thug it on out New, New York City, thug it on out It can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can, it can get ugly! It can get ugly! It can, it can get ugly! [Outro: DJ Clue] Desert Storm! Bonus time!