Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: 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 you come a little bit close
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 the ten-five
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
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
Feelin’ for a 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 him be or they’ll see
Nigga hangin’ swangin’ never to miss
The Biz is me
Chorus
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
Layzie Bone
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
Souljah 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 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 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
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
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