Land Of Tha Heartless (исполнитель: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)
Krayzie: Don't niggas don't wanna start [bad word] Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, [bad word] Yeah. [bad word] that always at my city with me, now, who was that [bad word] they put in the plastic? [bad word] that thought he could bang. That [bad word] s stuck. That [bad word] s blasted. They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If [bad word] 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, [bad word] niggas in badges. We say bang. Eighty-eight through the ten-five (and Clair). St. Clair ain't [bad word] to [bad word] with. Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. [bad word] to shoot up your posse. My [bad word] up out the woods, to get the goods. Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die--that's [bad word] 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 [bad word] Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns. Bizzy: Soon as I hit the scene, (?), feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no [bad word] with original thugsta [bad word] I be flippin' it with me tongue. [bad word] Cleveland is the city where [bad word] from, and I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs [bad word] 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 [bad word] Niggas that claim to bang bang, when [bad word] 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. [bad word] hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me. High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place [bad word] Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns. Layzie: Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps. Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they [bad word] up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap. Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they [bad word] When they roll up, niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up, but [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] so [bad word] don't start [bad word] 'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die. High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place [bad word] Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns