Land of Tha Heartless

Don't **** don't wanna start shit

Buck, buck to the bang

Sendin' bullets to the brain, ****, yeah

A **** that always at my city with me

Now, who was that **** they put in the plastic?

**** that thought he could bang

That ****'s stuck, that ****'s blasted

They got my man from the land

Never ran, I step with deadly men

If you come a little bit closer

I can turn you into sand

Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland

We thuggin', we thievin'

We put it in deep and the blood is seepin'

Got **** in alleys

Fuck **** in badges

We say bang

Eighty-eight through the ten-five and Clair

St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with

Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin'

Dumpin' the bloody body

Me never know one that could flow with the tongue

We comin' to shoot up your posse

My ****, they comin' up out the woods

To get the goods

Krayzie be thug and want to die

That's from comin' up in my hood

We killas

Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun

Bust one, they done

Cleveland is where we from

Heart thugs have none

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Soon as I hit the scene setting

Feelin' for the pistol, but I didn't have no gun

Come with original thugster shit

I be flippin' it with my tongue

****, Cleveland is the city where we come from

And I show them hoes up outta the Clair

That thugs don't run from none

Follow rip one, now, on and on

Them definitely got me back

And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugster ****

With or without my gat

Forever be ready to pull out murder tools

East '99 style, fools

Me put it in mind on murderin' you

Followin' whenever me murderous trues

**** that claim to bang, bang

When it comes to slang thangs they do

They know they cannot buck me

One of 'em sure to slug me

But they hope the thug I be, Bizzy

Better let 'em him be or they'lll see

****, hangin', swangin', never to miss, the Biz is me

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** 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, roll thick, 'cause they jack

Runnin' up in the Bone you needin' to be pap, pap

Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs

Defendin' they drugs when they roll up

**** be creepin' up slow

Heavy packed with they gats

And try to pull a hold up

But, ****, now hold on

Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown

Any mind is blown

Lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome

Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage

Copper take these here rocks, double glock

My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever the trouble knocks

Steadily hittin' me clean up

Get lit up for ready your soul and burn

And I blow your shit up

Get 'em on the get up

'Cause **** must learn

Yearnin' to earn cheese

Ready to die, so **** can't take these

Wantin' to clock G's

Want to move keys

Not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please

East 99, crime finds mine

Strayin' on this road to hell

And prison walls, testin' balls

For the cause, gotta get that sale

And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' I get with my thugs

Rippin' apart shit so, ****, don't start shit

'Cause we kill in the land of the heartless, die

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns

Hi-techs and khakis when jackin' sawed-off

There's really no place to run

**** get vicious with my clique

'Cause even the bitches carry guns