Land of Tha Heartless Lyrics
| Song | Land of Tha Heartless |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | E 1999 Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Don't *****s don't wanna start *******t | |
| Buck, buck to the bang | |
| Sendin' bullets to the brain, *****, yeah | |
| A ***** that always at my city with me | |
| Now, who was that ***** they put in the plastic? | |
| ***** that thought he could bang | |
| That *****'s stuck, that *****'s blasted | |
| They got my man from the | |
| LandNever 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 | |
| ClevelandWe thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep | |
| And the blood is seepin', got *****s in alleys | |
| ***** *****s in badges, we say bang | |
| Eighty-eight through the ten-five(And Clair) | |
| St. Clair ain't *******t to ***** 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 *****s-they comin' up out the woods to get the goods | |
| Krayzie be thug, and die, that's from comin' up in my hood(Want to) | |
| 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 | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| Soon as I hit the scene, [unverified] | |
| Feelin' for a pistol but | |
| I didn't have no gun | |
| Come with original thugsta *******t | |
| I be flippin' it with me tongue | |
| *****, Cleveland is the city where we come from | |
| And I show them hoes up outta the | |
| ClairThat 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 *****s | |
| 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 | |
| *****s 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 | |
| *****, hangin', swangin', never to miss | |
| The Biz is me | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| 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 | |
| *****s be creepin' up slow | |
| Heavy packed with they gats | |
| And try to pull a hold up but *****, now hold on | |
| Wanna test the | |
| Bone? The gauge is shown | |
| Any is mind blown, | |
| Lookin' down the barrel | |
| Of this mau*****erg 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 *******t up, get 'em on the get up' | |
| Cause *****s must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese | |
| Ready to die, so *****s 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' ***** | |
| For the cause, gotta get that sale | |
| And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' | |
| I get with my thugs | |
| Rippin' apart *******t, so *****, don't start *******t' | |
| Cause we kill in the | |
| Land of the | |
| Heartless, | |
| DieHigh techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off | |
| There's really no place to run | |
| *****s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the ******* carry guns |
| zuo ci : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Don' t s don' t wanna start t | |
| Buck, buck to the bang | |
| Sendin' bullets to the brain, , yeah | |
| A that always at my city with me | |
| Now, who was that they put in the plastic? | |
| that thought he could bang | |
| That ' s stuck, that ' s blasted | |
| They got my man from the | |
| LandNever 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 | |
| ClevelandWe thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep | |
| And the blood is seepin', got s in alleys | |
| s in badges, we say bang | |
| Eightyeight through the tenfive And Clair | |
| St. Clair ain' t t to 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 sthey comin' up out the woods to get the goods | |
| Krayzie be thug, and die, that' s from comin' up in my hood Want to | |
| We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun | |
| Bust one, they done, | |
| Cleveland is where we from | |
| Heartsthugs have none | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| Soon as I hit the scene, unverified | |
| Feelin' for a pistol but | |
| I didn' t have no gun | |
| Come with original thugsta t | |
| I be flippin' it with me tongue | |
| , Cleveland is the city where we come from | |
| And I show them hoes up outta the | |
| ClairThat 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 s | |
| 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 | |
| s 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 | |
| , hangin', swangin', never to miss | |
| The Biz is me | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| Livin' in the land of the heartless | |
| With a sawedoff 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 | |
| s be creepin' up slow | |
| Heavy packed with they gats | |
| And try to pull a hold up but , now hold on | |
| Wanna test the | |
| Bone? The gauge is shown | |
| Any is mind blown, | |
| Lookin' down the barrel | |
| Of this mau erg 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 t up, get ' em on the get up' | |
| Cause s must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese | |
| Ready to die, so s 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' | |
| For the cause, gotta get that sale | |
| And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' | |
| I get with my thugs | |
| Rippin' apart t, so , don' t start t' | |
| Cause we kill in the | |
| Land of the | |
| Heartless, | |
| DieHigh techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns |
| zuò cí : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Don' t s don' t wanna start t | |
| Buck, buck to the bang | |
| Sendin' bullets to the brain, , yeah | |
| A that always at my city with me | |
| Now, who was that they put in the plastic? | |
| that thought he could bang | |
| That ' s stuck, that ' s blasted | |
| They got my man from the | |
| LandNever 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 | |
| ClevelandWe thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep | |
| And the blood is seepin', got s in alleys | |
| s in badges, we say bang | |
| Eightyeight through the tenfive And Clair | |
| St. Clair ain' t t to 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 sthey comin' up out the woods to get the goods | |
| Krayzie be thug, and die, that' s from comin' up in my hood Want to | |
| We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun | |
| Bust one, they done, | |
| Cleveland is where we from | |
| Heartsthugs have none | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| Soon as I hit the scene, unverified | |
| Feelin' for a pistol but | |
| I didn' t have no gun | |
| Come with original thugsta t | |
| I be flippin' it with me tongue | |
| , Cleveland is the city where we come from | |
| And I show them hoes up outta the | |
| ClairThat 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 s | |
| 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 | |
| s 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 | |
| , hangin', swangin', never to miss | |
| The Biz is me | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| Livin' in the land of the heartless | |
| With a sawedoff 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 | |
| s be creepin' up slow | |
| Heavy packed with they gats | |
| And try to pull a hold up but , now hold on | |
| Wanna test the | |
| Bone? The gauge is shown | |
| Any is mind blown, | |
| Lookin' down the barrel | |
| Of this mau erg 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 t up, get ' em on the get up' | |
| Cause s must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese | |
| Ready to die, so s 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' | |
| For the cause, gotta get that sale | |
| And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' | |
| I get with my thugs | |
| Rippin' apart t, so , don' t start t' | |
| Cause we kill in the | |
| Land of the | |
| Heartless, | |
| DieHigh techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns | |
| High techs and khakis when jackin', sawedoff | |
| There' s really no place to run | |
| s get vicious with my click' | |
| Cause even the carry guns |
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