Land of Tha Heartless

Them niggas don't wanna start shit Buck, buck to the bang Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah A nigga that always had my city with me Now who was that nigga they put in the plastic? That nigga that thought he could bang That nigga's stuffed, that nigga's blasted I'm a man from The Land, never ran, I stand with gun in hand If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand Now follow me, now, roll, stroll down to Cleveland We're thuggin', we're thievin' We put it in deep, and the blood is seepin' Got niggas in alleys for niggas in badges (we say bang!) Eighty-eight through the Ten-five me clique St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with Pumpin', Krayzie be buckin', dumpin' the bloody body Me never knew one that could fuck with the tongue We comin' to shoot up your posse My niggas, they comin' up out the woods (to get the goods) Krayzie be thuggin, one to the dome That's from comin' up in my hood (we kill 'em) Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done Cleveland is where we from Hearts? Thugs have none High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the bitches carry guns Soon as I hit the scene (scene) Lookin' for the pistol, but I ain't have no gun Come with original thugsta shit, I be flippin' it with me tongue Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from And I show them hoes up outta the club that thugs don't run from none Thuggin with 1 On 1 and um, them definitely got me back And I'm throwin' up St. Clair Thugsta, nigga, with or without my gat Forever me ready to pull out me murder tools, East 99 style, ooh Me puttin' me mind on murderin' you Rollin' with all of me murderous trues Niggas that claim to bang bang When it comes to slang thangs, they don't They know they cannot buck me One of 'em should've slugged me, but they hoes The thug I be, Bizzy Better let him be, or they'll see Nigga hangin', swangin', nutted up, messed up, this is me High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious, with my clique 'Cause even the bitches carry guns Livin' in the Land of the Heartless With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps Hand on my strap, broke niggas that jacked Runnin' up on the Bone, you meeting me pap pap Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they drugs when they roll up Niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and tried to pull a hold up But nigga, now hold on, wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any they mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg chrome To the dome, Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage Come and take these here rocks, double glock My pistols be poppin' and buckin' out shots Whenever the trouble knocks Time to hit 'em, and clear them, get lit up Forever your soul ah burn And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up 'Cause niggas must learn Yearnin' to earn cheese Ready to die, so niggas can't take these Wantin' my cheese, wanna to move keys Ain't takin' no loss on my green leaves, please East nine-nine, crime finds mine Thuggin' on this road to hell in Prison walls, testin' balls For the cause, gotta get that sell in Bailin', kickin' up mud Rollin up deep with my thugs Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, die High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the bitches carry guns