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Artiste : Bone Thugs N Harmony
Titre : 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 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 killas. 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

[Bizzy Bone]
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

[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
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