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All over the world
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(We all over, we all over, we all over...)
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All across the nation, cross the nation, cross the nation
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(We all cross the nation, nation, nation, nation...)
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Thugs all over the world
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We all over the world
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All across the nation
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(We all across the nation, nation.nation, nation...)
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(Krayzie)
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Nigga, you ask 'em they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish
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They love us
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You hater, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces
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Bitch, and ball up your knuckles 'cause we can work
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Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya
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Thinkin' I'm a rapper, actor
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Think I won't blast 'em?
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Shit, I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas
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I got my gun
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So test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die
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Nigga, what?
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Who the, who the thugs?
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Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts
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I only be dealin' with real niggas
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Them other niggas, they get they ass put in check
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When they try to flex and disrespect me
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And that's when I gotta get even with niggas, retaliation
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I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come
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But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama
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But I'm a put it on Mama
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Nigga, you try run up on me
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Then I gotta shot your head off
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I'm keepin' a gun on me daily
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Cause if you got my niggas' wrong
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Then they sure gon' try to take it
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(Treach)
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As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32
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Like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty
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They must be shady baby naw just maybe a stunt
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The greatest producers, and didn't mention ?? once?
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The greatest groups of all time
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Stop you're cryin', sporty, find a shorty
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Fucked up by not namin' Naughty
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Pass the mask, the glock you faggots better stop
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Blaze the page out of 50 If it rock and glock
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Tryin' to fuck me I'm a fuck you wearin' rubber
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Tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover
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Bring troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops
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That's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' passed the news
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Run through wussy pussy, and better ya
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There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah!
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Where's the editor?
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Once a year proof that they're easy to swallow
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And I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' tomorrow
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Thugs all over the world!
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(Krayzie)
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Now I done been all over the nation
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Kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout they paper
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Had to be so many of these fakers
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Had to quickly shake 'em
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Knew what I had to do
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Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99"
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And I'm dead serious about my business, shit is gettin' ridiculous
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They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, pop the 9 millimeter
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Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your profit in
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While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty
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Haters look, saw that Treach and Leather Face
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We comin' to get the riot started
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(Treach)
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Since I been around the cadaver
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Gather matters just wait
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See I splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake
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See I'm comin' like a rhino
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Pass the fine ho
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We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago
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Got rhymes out the ass so find a lasso
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I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or rastle
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Leave in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips
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Clips with my nigga Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit
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To my thugs all over the world!
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(Chorus til fade)
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Thugz All Ova Da World
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| Krayzie Bone |
