| Lyrics: | Layzie:
Where you from, nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' Land of the Heartless: five
true thugs from the double-glock, [and you
fall] ready to pop to the dome. Eternally, it's
on. Yeah.
Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla? Better
not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin' llello.
Lil' Layzie be there daily
collectin' me bankroll, rollin' with trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin',
screamin'
out murder, comin' to serve ya. Nigga, we told ya. Bone be stalkin', sleepwalkin'.
#1 Assassin pick up the pump and then
causin' the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a
buckshot, blastin', Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. Eternally here to
stay in the
khakis suits and the high tech boots. Oops, I'm comin' with troops. Fools be ready to shoot,
collectin' my loot.
Blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's here insane. I crept and I came.
Niggas that fell off--they thought they could hang. Gettin'
'em slain, tryin' to fuck with
the chain gang. Bang. Straight Land of the Heartess, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions,
straight prosecution, Lil' Lay go buck and start confusion.
Keepin' 'em on
the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run
with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me
shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me
shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.
Bizzy:
Come and then
fall to me hollow points, now. Pow. Pullin' that body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay
away down.
Clair playas, stay down. I'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas in your city, and a
me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap in
broad daylight. Chill with me, roll, roll, roll,
to the Boneyard. Hit that hydro. That's where all we bail, that's where all we sell,
where I
better keep that high on. My mind fried. Ride to the darkside. Feel the darkness. East ninety-nine,
mine the thugs, I
loves 'em. Heartless, yeah. Follow me, now, and ride. Follow me, come
inside. You can run, but won't escape alive. So
many tried, but died.
Krayzie:
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets. They try to escape me, but only get
sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos
chase me [chase me], so me ready with a me gauge.
Bang. Bang. Put 'em in a coffin. Buck. Pump. Dumpin' they bodies.
Come again, dumpin' they
bodies. Murdered them, deep in they posse. Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit
it, we swang. Niggas slang that 'cane and remain, smoke bud all day and maintain. They come,
they gun, they run from the
po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth, and now, nigga, let's
roll some shit. Let's smoke. Out thuggin' for money, well damn,
that's tellin' po-po back up
off me. Nigga, me fucked up, now. Little Tommy screamin' out, "Six-five!" That's when a me
jumped up. I'm out, now. Little nigga playin' with them holice, hit the Clair, get 'em up with Big
Bro, Rod J. Nigga need some
weed, and it's funny, I ain't got no money. Nigga put me down,
swing to the (?) with some brews. Really don't drink, but it's
for me trues. Four crazy
niggas with nothin' to lose.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I
swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with
a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a
click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click
tight claim, now.
Wish:
Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas
know Strate came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest, buckshots all in
that chest, he's fucked
up. Killas for the nigga that's real and in with that Clair, been in the dump. Pop when they run,
gun,
bodies gon' fall. My Cleveland niggas, what's up? Get down for that thang in the game.
Bang, bang if you have to. Beatin'
niggas down in any town. Now don't let me catch ya.
Mentality straight from the C-Town where everyday niggas get beatin'
down. Better think
before you run up. I gun up. But I think he peeps game, now. To the niggas, there's just nobody
fuckin'
with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It's on. Eternally flow style, nigga,
that's Bone.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click
tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight
claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight
claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now |
