Bone Thugs N Harmony - Land Of Tha Heartless Lyrics
KrayzieDont niggas dont wanna start shit. buck, buck to the bang. sendin bullets to the brain, nigga. yeah.A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? nigga that thought he could bang. that niggas stuck. that niggas blasted. they got my man from the landEr ran, I step with deadly men. if ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. now follow me, now roll, stroll down to cleveland. we thuggin, we theivin, we put it in deep, and theIs seepin. got niggas in alleys, ***** niggas in badges. we say bang! eighty-eight through ten-fivemy clique. st. clair aint shit to ***** with. pumpin, krayzie be bumpin, dumpin the bloodY. me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. we comin to shoot up your posse. my niggas, they comin up out the woods, to get the goods. krayzie be thug, and want to die, thats from cUp in my hood. we killas. 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, theres really no place to run.Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the *****es carry guns. [*2]BizzySoon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin for a pistol, but I didnt have no gun. come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin it with-a-me tongue. nigga, cleveland is the city where we cRom, and I show them hoes up outta the clair that thugs dont run from none. follow rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back. and Im throwin up st. clair thugsta nigga, with or witMy gat. forever be ready to pull out me murderin tools east 99 style, fool! me put it in mind on murderin you, followin whenever me murder is true. niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comSlang thangs, they dont. 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 theyll see nigga, hangin, swangin. never tothe biz is me.KrayzieHigh techs and khakis when jackin, sawed-off, theres really no place to run.Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the *****es carry guns. [*2]LayzieLivin in the land of the heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin craps. hand on my strap, roll thick, cause they jack. runnin up on the bone, you need to be pap pap. soldier thugs be pumpinM slugs, defendin they drugs. when they roll up, niggas be creepin up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up. but nigga, now hold on. wanna test the bone? the gauge is shAny 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 buckinShots whenever the trouble knocks. steadily hittin, me clean up, get lit up forever your soulll burn. and I blow your shit up, get em on the get up. these niggas must learn. yearnin to earnE. ready to die, so niggas cant take these. want to clock gs, want to move keys, not takin a loss on my green leaves, please. east nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin on this road to hell,Rison walls, testin balls, fOr the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin, kickin up mud, rollin 9-deep my thugs. rippin apart shit, so nigga, dont start shit, cause we kill in the land of the heartless. die!Krayzie [layzie]High techs and khakis when jackin, sawed-off, theres really [really no place to run!] no place to run.Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even [even the *****es carry guns] the *****es carry guns. [*6]
