[Chorus:]

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

^!$$%s 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: x2]


[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 ^!$$% 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 %#@!
I don pistol whipped a ^!$$% and told him to give up the loot
If he pissed of my ^!$$% I will shot

So he hurried up and them other ^!$$%s to
I started up the car and told them what they had to do


[Chorus: x2]

[Verse Three: Kaine]


I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
Hangin' with ^!$$%s y'all ball

Just because ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in' with

Stupid (*##$ roll up out the vine before we swine and
Cause that counter fit ^!$$%s 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]