Land of Tha Heartless

[Krayzie Bone] 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 That nigga's blasted They got my man from the Land Never 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 the blood is seepin' 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 killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun Bust one, they done Cleveland is where we from Hearts-thugs have none Chorus: (2x) High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run Niggas get vicious with my click Cause even the bitches carry guns [Bizzy Bone] Soon as I hit the scene (setting) Feelin' for the pistol But I didn'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 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 But 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 Chorus (2x) [Layzie] 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? The gauge is shown Any is mind blown Lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg 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 to 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' to clock G's, 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 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 nigga, don't start shit Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die Chorus (4x)