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Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. Buck, buck
to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga.
Yeah.
A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who
was that nigga they put in the plastic? Nigga that
thought he could bang. That nigga's stuck. That
nigga'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, fuck
niggas in badges. We say bang! Eighty-eight
through ten-fiveââ¬âmy clique. St. Clair ain't shit
to fuck 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 clique is. Even the
bitches carry guns. [*2]
Bizzy
Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin'
for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with
original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with-a-me
tongue. Nigga, 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 nigga, with or
without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me
murderin' tools East 99 style, fool! Me put it in
mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me
murder is true. Niggas that claim to bang bang,
when it comes to slang thangs, they don't. 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 nigga, hangin',
swangin'. Never to missââ¬âThe Biz is me.
Krayzie
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the
bitches carry guns. [*2]
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 need 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 nigga, now hold on. Wanna test the Bone? The
gauge is shown. Any mind is 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
forever your soul'll burn. And I blow your shit
up, get 'em on the get up. These niggas must
learn. Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready to die, so
niggas can't take these. Want 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, f
or the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin',
kickin' up mud, rollin' 9-deep my thugs. Rippin'
apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit, 'cause we
kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die!
Krayzie [Layzie]
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
there's really [really no place to run!] no place
to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even [Even
the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns.
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