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.
