Thugz All Ova Da World Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Krayzie: 

All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Thugs all over the world. All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Krayzie: 

Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. 

You haters, 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 their ass put in check when they try to flex and 

disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh 

[uh-huh]. 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' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it. 

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Krayzie: 

All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Thugs all over the world. All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Treach: 

As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how 

these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a 

stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest 

groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not 

namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the 

page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin' 

rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring 

troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and 

boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). 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! 

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Krayzie: 

All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Thugs all over the world. All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Krayzie: 

Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout 

they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew 

what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." 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 the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or 

rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga 

Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world! 

Krayzie: 

All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation. 

Thugs all over the world. All over the world. 

All across the nation. We all across the nation.