Land of the Heartless Songtext
von Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony

Them niggas don′t wanna start shit
Buck, buck to the bang
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah
A nigga that always had my city with me
Now who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
That nigga that thought he could bang
That nigga′s stuffed, that nigga's blasted
I'm a man from The Land, never ran, I stand with gun in hand
If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand
Now follow me, now, roll, stroll down to Cleveland
We′re thuggin′, we're thievin′
We put it in deep, and the blood is seepin' Got niggas in alleys for niggas in badges (we say bang!)
Eighty-eight through the Ten-five me clique
St. Clair ain′t shit to fuck with
Pumpin', Krayzie be buckin′, 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 thuggin, one to the dome
That′s from comin' up in my hood (we kill ′em)
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 clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns


Soon as I hit the scene (scene)
Lookin′ for the pistol, but I ain't have no gun
Come with original thugsta shit, I be flippin' it with me tongue
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from
And I show them hoes up outta the club that thugs don′t run from none
Thuggin with 1 On 1 and um, them definitely got me back
And I′m throwin' up St. Clair Thugsta, nigga, with or without my gat
Forever me ready to pull out me murder tools, East 99 style, ooh
Me puttin′ me mind on murderin' you
Rollin′ with all of me murderous trues
Niggas that claim to bang bang
When it comes to slang thangs, they don't
They know they cannot buck me
One of ′em should've slugged me, but they hoes
The thug I be, Bizzy
Better let him be, or they'll see
Nigga hangin′, swangin′, nutted up, messed up, this is me

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

Livin′ in the Land of the Heartless
With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps
Hand on my strap, broke niggas that jacked
Runnin′ up on the Bone, you meeting me 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 tried to pull a hold up
But nigga, now hold on, wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown
Any they mind is blown, lookin′ down the barrel of this mausberg chrome
To the dome, Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage
Come and take these here rocks, double glock
My pistols be poppin' and buckin′ out shots
Whenever the trouble knocks
Time to hit 'em, and clear them, get lit up
Forever your soul ah burn
And I blow your shit 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' my cheese, wanna to move keys
Ain′t takin′ no loss on my green leaves, please
East nine-nine, crime finds mine
Thuggin' on this road to hell in
Prison walls, testin′ balls
For the cause, gotta get that sell in
Bailin', kickin′ up mud
Rollin up deep with my thugs
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don′t start shit
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 clique
′Cause even the bitches carry guns