[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Don't n***as don't wanna start shit
Buck, buck to the bang
Sendin' bullets to the brain, n***a, yeah
A n***a that always at my city with me
Now, who was that n***a they put in the plastic?
N***a that thought he could bang
That n***a's stuck
That n***a'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 n***as in alleys
Fuck n***as in badges, we say bang
Eighty-eight through 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 n***as-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 killers, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun
Bust one, they done
Cleveland is where we from
Hearts-thugs have none
[Chorus]
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
Soon as I hit the scene (setting)
Feelin' for the pistol
But I didn't have no gun
Come with original thugsta shit
I be flippin' it with me tongue
N***a, 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 n***as
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
N***as 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
N***a, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me
[Chorus]
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns

[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
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, n***as be creepin' up slow
Heavy packed with they gats
And try to pull a hold up
But n***a, 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 n***as must learn
Yearnin' to earn cheese
Ready to die, so n***as 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 n***a, don't start shit
Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die
[Chorus]
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
N***as get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns