Land Of Tha Heartless-Bone Thugs N Harmony

Album by: E. 1999 Eternal Artist by: Bone Thugs N Harmony Krayzie Dont niggas dont wanna start sh*t. buck, buck to the bang. sendin bullets to the brain, ni**a. yeah. A ni**a that always at my city with me, now, who was that ni**a they put in the plastic? ni**a that thought he could bang. that niggas stuck. that niggas blasted. they got my man from the land Er 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 Is seepin. got niggas in alleys, f**k niggas in badges. we say bang! eighty-eight through ten-fivemy clique. st. clair aint sh*t to f**k with. pumpin, krayzie be bumpin, dumpin the blood Y. 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 c 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. High techs and khakis when jackin, sawed-off, theres really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the b**ches carry guns. [*2] Bizzy Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin for a pistol, but I didnt have no gun. come with original thugsta sh*t. I be flippin it with-a-me tongue. ni**a, cleveland is the city where we c Rom, 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 ni**a, with or wit My 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 com Slang 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 ni**a, hangin, swangin. never to The biz is me. Krayzie High techs and khakis when jackin, sawed-off, theres really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the b**ches carry guns. [*2] 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 need to be pap pap. soldier thugs be pumpin M 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 ni**a, now hold on. wanna test the bone? the gauge is sh 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 Shots whenever the trouble knocks. steadily hittin, me clean up, get lit up forever your soulll burn. and I blow your sh*t up, get em on the get up. these niggas must learn. yearnin to earn E. 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, f Or the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin, kickin up mud, rollin 9-deep my thugs. rippin apart sh*t, so ni**a, dont start sh*t, 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 b**ches carry guns] the b**ches carry guns. [*6]