Krayzie Bone: Thugz all ova da world

(Chorus) 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...) (Krayzie) 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 (Chorus) (Treach) As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32 Like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty They must be shady baby naw just maybe a stunt The greatest producers, and didn't mention ?? once? The greatest groups of all time Stop you're cryin', sporty, find a shorty Fucked up by not namin' Naughty Pass the mask, the glock you faggots better stop Blaze the page out of 50 If it rock and glock Tryin' to fuck me I'm a fuck you wearin' rubber Tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover Bring troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops That's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' passed the news Run through wussy pussy, and better ya There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year proof that they're easy to swallow And I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' tomorrow Thugs all over the world! (Chorus) (Krayzie) Now I done been all over the nation Kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout they paper Had to be so many of these fakers Had to quickly shake 'em Knew what I had to do Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99" And I'm dead serious about my business, shit is gettin' ridiculous They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, pop the 9 millimeter Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your profit in While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty Haters look, saw that Treach and Leather Face We comin' to get the riot started (Treach) Since I been around the cadaver Gather matters just wait See I splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake See I'm comin' like a rhino Pass the fine ho We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago Got rhymes out the ass so find a lasso I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or rastle Leave in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips Clips with my nigga Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit To my thugs all over the world! (Chorus til fade)