[Krayzie Bone]
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Don't niggas don't wanna start shit,
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Buck, buck to the bang,
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Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah
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A nigga that always at my city with me,
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now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
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Nigga that thought he could bang.
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That nigga's stuck.
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That nigga's blasted.
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They got my man from the Land.
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Never ran, I step with deadly men.
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If ya come a little bit closer,
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I can turn you into sand.
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Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland.
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We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep,
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and the blood is seepin'.
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Got niggas in alleys,
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fuck niggas in badges.
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We say bang.
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Eighty-eight through the ten-five (and Clair)
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St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with.
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Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body.
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Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue.
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We comin' to shoot up your posse.
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My niggas-they comin' up out the woods,
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to get the goods.
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Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood.
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We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
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bust one, they done.
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Cleveland is where we from.
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Hearts-thugs have none.
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[Chorus: (2x)]
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
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there's really no place to run.
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Niggas get vicious with my click,
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'cause even the bitches carry guns.
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Soon as I hit the scene, ??
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feelin' for a pistol,
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but I didn't have no gun.
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Come with original thugsta shit.
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I be flippin' it with me tongue.
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Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from,
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and I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none.
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Follow rip one, now, on and on,
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them definitely got me back.
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And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas,
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with or without my gat.
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Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools.
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Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
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followin' whenever me murderous trues.
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Niggas that claim to bang bang,
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when it comes to slang thangs, they do.
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They know they cannot buck me,
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one of 'em sure to slug me,
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but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy.
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Better let 'em him be or they'll see.
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Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Layzie]
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Livin' in the Land of the Heartless,
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with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps.
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Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
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Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap.
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Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs,
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defendin' they drugs.
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When they roll up,
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niggas be creepin' up slow,
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heavy packed with they gats,
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and try to pull a hold up,
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but nigga, now hold on.
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Wanna test the Bone?
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The gauge is shown.
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Any is mind blown,
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lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg chrome to the dome.
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Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage,
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copper take these here rocks.
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Double glock,
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my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever
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the trouble knocks.
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Steadily hittin', me clean up,
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get lit up for ready your soul to burn,
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and I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up,
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cause niggas must learn.
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Yearnin' to earn cheese.
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Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
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Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys,
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not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please.
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East nine nine, crime finds mine,
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strayin' on this road to hell,
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and prison walls, testin' balls,
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for the cause, gotta get that sale,
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and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin',
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I get with my thugs.
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Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
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cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die.
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[Chorus (4x)]
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Land Of Tha Heartless
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
