Текст песни Land of Tha Heartless - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Krayzie
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—my
clique.
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.
High
techs
and
khakis
when
jackin',
sawed-off,
there's
really
no
place
to
run.
Niggas
get
vicious
with
my
clique
is.
Even
the
bitches
carry
guns.
[*2]
Bizzy
Soon
as
I
hit
the
scene,
scene,
scene,
feelin'
for
a
pistol,
but
I
didn't
have
no
gun.
Come
with
original
thugsta
shit.
I
be
flippin'
it
with-a-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
nigga,
with
or
without
my
gat.
Forever
be
ready
to
pull
out
me
murderin'
tools
East
99
style,
fool!
Me
put
it
in
mind
on
murderin'
you,
followin'
whenever
me
murder
is
true.
Niggas
that
claim
to
bang
bang,
when
it
comes
to
slang
thangs,
they
don't.
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.
Krayzie
High
techs
and
khakis
when
jackin',
sawed-off,
there's
really
no
place
to
run.
Niggas
get
vicious
with
my
clique
is.
Even
the
bitches
carry
guns.
[*2]
Layzie
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
need
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
mind
is
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
forever
your
soul'll
burn
And
I
blow
your
shit
up,
get
'em
on
the
get
up.
These
niggas
must
learn
Yearnin'
to
earn
cheese.
Ready
to
die,
so
niggas
can't
take
these
Want
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'
9-deep
my
thugs.
Rippin'
apart
shit
So
nigga,
don't
start
shit,
'cause
we
kill
in
the
Land
of
the
Heartless.
Die!
Krayzie
High
techs
and
khakis
when
jackin',
sawed-off,
there's
really
no
place
to
run.
Niggas
get
vicious
with
my
clique
is.
Even
the
bitches
carry
guns.
[*6]
1 Da Introduction
2 East 1999
3 "Eternal"
4 Crept and We Came
5 Down '71 (The Getaway)
6 Mr. Bill Collector
7 Budsmokers Only
8 Tha Crossroads (DJ U-Neek's Mo Thug Remix)
9 Me Killa
10 Land of Tha Heartless
11 No Shorts, No Losses
12 1st of Tha Month
13 Buddah Lovaz
14 Die Die Die
15 Mr. Quija 2
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