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 the ten-five (and Clair)
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
Chours:
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the bitches carry guns
Bizzy:
Soon as I hit the scene, Samething,
feelin' for a pistol, but I didn'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
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 hoes,
the thug I be, Bizzy
Better let 'em him be or they'll see
Nigga, 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 bitches 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 nigga, 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 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' 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 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 click, 'cause even the bitches carry guns