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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Land Of Tha Heartless

 

Land Of Tha Heartless

(album: E. 1999 Eternal - 1995)


[Krayzie Bone]
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit,
Buck, buck to the bang,
Sending 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 thugging, we theiving, we put it in deep,
and the blood is seeping.
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.
Pumping, Krayzie be bumping, dumping the bloody body.
Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue.
We coming to shoot up your posse.
My niggas-they coming up out the woods,
to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die-that's from coming 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.

[Chorus: (2x)]

High techs and khakis when jacking, 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, safety, feeling for a pistol,
but I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit.
I be flipping 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 throwing 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 murdering you,
following whenever me murderous trues.
Niggas that claim to bang bang,
when it comes to slang things, 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, hanging, swanging, never to miss. The Biz is me.

[Chorus (2x)]

[Layzie]
Living in the Land of the Heartless,
with a sawed-off pump, shooting craps.
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
Running up on the Bone, you needing to be pap pap.
Soldier thugs be pumping them slugs,
defending they drugs.
When they roll up,
niggas be creeping 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,
looking 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 pumping and bucking out shots whenever
the trouble knocks.
Steadily hitting, 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.
Yearning to earn cheese.
Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
Wanting to clock G's, want to move keys,
not taking a loss on my green leaves, please.
East nine nine, crime finds mine,
straying on this road to hell,
and prison walls, testing balls,
for the cause, gotta get that sale,
and bailing, kicking up mud, rolling,
I get with my thugs.
Ripping apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die.

[Chorus (4x)]

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