land of tha heartless

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. ]