Krayzie Bone: Thugz All Ova The World

aus dem Album: Thug Mentality 1999

Songtext:
Krayzie: Banner Drucken

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.


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!


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.