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 the ten-five
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. we killers. 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. soon as i hit the scene
safety
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 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 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
hangin'
swangin'
never to miss. the biz is me. ]
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
die. ]