Don't niggas don't wanna start shit.
Buck, buck to the bang.
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah.
--Krayzie Bone
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 and Clair/
St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with/
Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body/
Me never knew one that could fuck 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
-Bone-Chorus-
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
there's really no place to run/
Niggas get vicious with my clique,
'cause even the bitches carry guns
-Bizzy Bone-
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 witta 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
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless/
With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps/
Hand on my strap, roll thick, cause (Cenz.) 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 mind is blown,
lookin' down the barrel of this Mossburg 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 clique up,
get lit up for ready your soul to 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/
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
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal