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   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}