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}