[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
All over the world
(We all over, we all over, we all over...)
All across the nation, cross the nation, cross the nation
(We all cross the nation, nation, nation, nation...)
Thugs all over the world
We all over the world
All across the nation
(We all across the nation, nation.nation, nation...)
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Nigga, you ask 'em they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish
They love us
You hater, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces
Bitch, and ball up your knuckles cause we can work
Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya
Thinkin' I'm a rapper, actor
Think I won't blast 'em?
Shit, I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas
I got my gun
So test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die
Nigga, what?
Who the, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts
I only be dealin' with real niggas
Them other niggas, they get they ass put in check
When they try to flex and disrespect me
And that's when I gotta get even with niggas, retaliation
I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come
But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama
But I'm a put it on Mama
Nigga, you try run up on me
Then I gotta shot your head off
I'm keepin' a gun on me daily
Cause if you got my niggas' wrong
Then they sure gon' try to take it
All over the world
(We all over, we all over, we all over...)
All across the nation, cross the nation, cross the nation
(We all cross the nation, nation, nation, nation...)
Thugs all over the world
We all over the world
All across the nation
(We all across the nation, nation.nation, nation...)
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Nigga, you ask 'em they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish
They love us
You hater, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces
Bitch, and ball up your knuckles cause we can work
Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya
Thinkin' I'm a rapper, actor
Think I won't blast 'em?
Shit, I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas
I got my gun
So test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die
Nigga, what?
Who the, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts
I only be dealin' with real niggas
Them other niggas, they get they ass put in check
When they try to flex and disrespect me
And that's when I gotta get even with niggas, retaliation
I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come
But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama
But I'm a put it on Mama
Nigga, you try run up on me
Then I gotta shot your head off
I'm keepin' a gun on me daily
Cause if you got my niggas' wrong
Then they sure gon' try to take it
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