Land Of Tha Heartless:歌曲歌詞,

《Land Of Tha Heartless》是Bone Thugs N Harmony演唱的歌曲，於1995年7月25日發行。

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歌曲歌詞,

Krayzie:

Don't niggas don't wanna start sh*t. Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, ni**a. Yeah.

A ni**a that always at my city with me, now, who was that ni**a they put in the plastic? Ni**a that thought he could bang.

That ni**a's stuck. That ni**a'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, f**k niggas in badges. we say bang. eighty-eight through the ten-five

(and Clair). St. Clair ain't sh*t to f**k 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 click, 'cause even the b**ches carry guns.

Bizzy:

Soon as I hit the scene, (?), feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with original thugsta sh*t. I be flippin' it with me

Tongue. ni**a, 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.

Ni**a, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.

Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the b**ches 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 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 ni**a, 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 sh*t 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 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

Sh*t, so ni**a, don't start sh*t, 'cause we kill in the land of the heartless. die.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.

Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the b**ches carry guns.