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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:
nigg*, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fk you us to our faces, b*tch, and ball up
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many be thinkin' that I won't bomb
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? s**t: 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. nigg*, what? Who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muth*fkas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real .
Them other --they get their as* put in check when they try to flex and
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with --retaliation. Uh-huh
uh-huh. I bet I will see you again, and nigg*, your day is gon' come. But,
man, y'all ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. nigg*, 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 ' 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 fked up by not
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you f*gg*ts better stop. Blaze the
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fk you wearin'
rubber, tell 'em 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 p*ssy (...?...). There's the
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that
they're easy to sw*llow, 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, "nigg*, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About
my business--s**t 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 fkin' with 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 fked 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 nigg*
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out s**t. 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.
