Song: Land of tha Heartless Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Lyrics: Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone & Krayzie Bone Composer: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony & DJ U-Neek
Don't niggas don't 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 nigga's stuck They got my man from the Land If ya come a little bit closer Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep Got niggas in alleys Fuck niggas in badges, we say bang Eighty-eight through ten-five and Clair St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body 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-that's from comin' up in my hood We killers, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun Bust one, they done Cleveland is where we from Hearts-thugs have none
Hi-tecs 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 Hi-tecs 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 (setting) But I didn't have no gun I be flippin' it with me tongue Nigga, 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 thugsta niggas With or without my gat Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools Me put it in mind on murderin' you Followin' whenever me murderous trues Niggas 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 ut they hope the thug I be, Bizzy Better let 'em him be or they'll see Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me
Hi-tecs 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 Hi-tecs 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, roll thick, cause they jack Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be 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 try to pull a hold up But nigga, now hold on Wanna test the Bone? 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 Steadily hittin', me clean up And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up Yearnin' to earn cheese Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys East nine nine, crime finds mine And prison walls, testin' balls And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die
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