Every where we gooo, every where we gooo People want to knooow, people want to knooow What we here fooor, what we here fooor We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'
Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}
Pain make you retaliate Swang to crack yo chest blade Hangin' with the best dates Slang and get they neck played Game is what yo test gave Blang and take hoes and smoke hay Niggas what they call us Triggers is how we boss hog Drugs is what we left with Slugs will bring yo death quick Knucks will get you swolle up Tricks will get you dick sick Clinton gonna see impeachment For freaks he try'na creep with Busters never last long Hustlers get they cash on Hiders never act out Riders known to slash out Pimps only get paid Simps truly get played Wimps never fist fight Freaks is quick to turn dikes Sheets never come clean bled From yo crime scene mann
Chorus: {2x}
Verse Two: {D-Roc}
Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood Lay down was all you heard I mean scary One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot If he pissed of my nigga I will shot So he hurried up and them other niggas to I started up the car and told them what they had to do
Chorus: {2x}
Verse Three: {Kaine}
I'm smokin' my weed with y'all Hangin' with niggas y'all ball Just because niggas be takin' it all Told them broads to back up off my balls Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call The devil reached in sippin' on gin It changed my mind to sin Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do Who do you think that you fuckin' with Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall
Chorus: {Till The End}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
