Land of Tha Heartless - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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 killers, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun

Bust one, they done

Cleveland is where we from

Hearts-thugs have none

Hi-tecs 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

Hi-tecs 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 (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

Hi-tecs 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

Hi-tecs 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 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

Hi-tecs 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

Hi-tecs 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

Hi-tecs 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

Hi-tecs 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