C Land I.A. - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

We still from good ol' Cleveland IA

We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs

East 99 is where ya find me slangin' me llello daily

Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Cleveland is the city where we come from

We’re still from good ol' Cleveland I. A

Livin & lastin

Blast away, fuck scrapping

Me and my militant minded thug-ass mothafuckin' niggas

Ya bitch-made mothafucka!

Let my niggas be niggas

Figure mutiny on the bounty

Ain’t no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county

Bitch.

Goony was half the craft just one of my stud-ies

You moody-ah, where your Luchi at?

I know where that poochy’s at, you boochie ass

Pretty boy, you was a fag

I think he a fuckin' whiteboy

I’m a motorcycle

I was born to ride pscycho

Baby, I’m even worse than before

Mom, can I call when I’m lost?

In a coffin of??

hotsauce?

Finna fall in for sure.

Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggas

He don’t got no doja, and sho 'nuff ain’t got no scrilla

And sho' nuff he don’t got no scrilla told ya

Helplessly claim that I shorted you out

Voted you out, closed you out

Nigga, you know what this business about

Got my dick in your mouth

I got my dick in your mouth

These niggas better duck when I buck my tool

Nigga, break yo’self, just drop, don’t move

Nonetheless Flesh must unfold hot, hot Glocks

Drop, stalkin' gat fools

Ready to pap you if we have to, I do

Really don’t know what’s happenin'

Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back

Rollin' out, and our goal: to go tripple platinum

T’s, killas from off St. Clair

Then all hell’s fin to break loose.

If you declare war

I declare war, sendin' my troops, swoop through

In come nuclear warheads, slay

I’m sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missles drop

Then I make your body move, dance hater

Y’all ain’t ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs

Oh damn, you niggas got tons of swift

Sharp like a double-edged machette

We rollin' out, heated heavily

Fifty calliburs and AKs

No love for the mothafuckin' po po

Kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave

Cleveland, better believe it

We stay thievin' every last evening.

I’ma retreat

But proceed with ease

Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin'

Me and hustlas down for the money

Murder and mayhem

Where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland

All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied Tonic

See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit

Blow you away, put it on my thugs

Put it on my thugs.

Yeah, yeah