Land of Tha Heartless

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

LandNever 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

ClevelandWe 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(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 die, that's from comin' up in my hood(Want to)

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

There's really no place to run

Niggas get vicious with my click'

Cause even the bitches carry guns

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

Soon as I hit the scene, [unverified]

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

ClairThat 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

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

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

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,

DieHigh 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

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

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

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