Krayzie Bone Thugz All Ova The World Lyrics

Thugz All Ova The World Lyrics

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 f**k you us to 

our faces, bit*h, 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 muthaf**kas ain't got 

no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. 

Them other niggas--they get their as* 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 f**ked 

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 f**k 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 

f**kin' 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 

f**ked 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.