C Land I.A. Lyrics & Tabs by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
C Land I.A.
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C Land I.
ABizzy and Flesh---------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Bizzy)-We still go ol' Cleveland I A (Na-na-nasty, blast away fuck scrappin') If we must we must, we must.
We the original thugs.
In balance makin' money, swangin' my lello daily oh/ Cleveland is the city where we come from yeah, Cleveland is the city where we come from...
And if we must we bust, buck spray...-Refrain-We still from good old Cleveland IA (Na-na-nasty, blast away fuck scrappin')
Bizzy
Me and my militant minded thug-ass mutherfuckin' niggas you bitch made mutherfucker. (Put it on my thugs, put it on my thugs...) Let my niggas be niggas.
They commute me all the time he ain't no scrutony, you know to call when you in the county/ Bitch you even sampled rap/ Just one of my stooges/ You really young, where your luchi' at?
I know where that coochy's at/ You coochy-ass pretty boy/ He was a fag, I think he fuckin' Mike out on my motorcycle/ I was born to ride psycho/ Baby I'm even worse than before/ Mom can I call when I'm lost in a coffin?
Nina Ross; I seen 'em fallen fo' sho'/ Roach killas got money for thugger niggas; He don't got no doja/ I showed up, he don't got no skrilla/ A sho' nuff, he don't got no hos/ Talkin' helplessly claim that I shouldered you out, boarded you out, closed you out/ Nigga you know what this game is about/ I got my dick in your mouth, I got my dick in your mouth...{laughs}-Refrain-Flesh
Niggas that attemptin?
to break my tune/ Nigga break yourself, drop your loot/ None-the-less Flesh runs up on the block, glock, drop/ Stalkin?
gat fools, ready to pap you if we have too/ Now you don't really know what's happenin?/ Stack Mo!
Thuggin?/ The killas way back rollin?
in the car with my triple platinum team; Killas from up St.
gat fools, ready to pap you if we have too/ Now you don't really know what's happenin?/ Stack Mo!
Thuggin?/ The killas way back rollin?
in the car with my triple platinum team; Killas from up St.
Clair/ Then all hells finna break lose/ If you declare war, I declare war/ Sendin?
my troops swoop/ Woop incoming!
You will clean up war, deaths smell/ I'm sendin' nigga' in to pull the trigger/ Missles drop, everybody nigga know damn sent/ Ya'll ain't ready cuz daddy thinkin?
to fuck with the thugs, so deadly, niggas got tongues of swords so sharp like a double-edged machette/ We rollin?
out heated heavily; 50 calibers in the game/ No love for them mutherfuckin?
po-po kill?
em all then piss on they fuckin?
grave/ Cleveland better believe it we stay theiven?
every last evenin?/ I'm a retrive?
em and see theives leavin?
cleavin' em all till they crumble completely/ We the hustla?
z down for the money, murda, and mayhem/ See me, I am what I am; Really heartless thug bail throu the wasteland-Refrain-Bizzy
Alize and chronic, concoct me up some hellafied tonic/ See me bein?
honest, honest to bring the bomb shit; Blow you away/ Put it on my thugs, put it on my thugs, yeah yeah...-Refrian-Bizzy and Flesh---------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Bizzy)-We still go ol' Cleveland I A (Na-na-nasty, blast away fuck scrappin') If we must we must, we must.
We the original thugs.
In balance makin' money, swangin' my lello daily oh/ Cleveland is the city where we come from yeah, Cleveland is the city where we come from...
And if we must we bust, buck spray...-Refrain-We still from good old Cleveland IA (Na-na-nasty, blast away fuck scrappin')
Bizzy
Me and my militant minded thug-ass mutherfuckin' niggas you bitch made mutherfucker. (Put it on my thugs, put it on my thugs...) Let my niggas be niggas.
They commute me all the time he ain't no scrutony, you know to call when you in the county/ Bitch you even sampled rap/ Just one of my stooges/ You really young, where your luchi' at?
I know where that coochy's at/ You coochy-ass pretty boy/ He was a fag, I think he fuckin' Mike out on my motorcycle/ I was born to ride psycho/ Baby I'm even worse than before/ Mom can I call when I'm lost in a coffin?
Nina Ross; I seen 'em fallen fo' sho'/ Roach killas got money for thugger niggas; He don't got no doja/ I showed up, he don't got no skrilla/ A sho' nuff, he don't got no hos/ Talkin' helplessly claim that I shouldered you out, boarded you out, closed you out/ Nigga you know what this game is about/ I got my dick in your mouth, I got my dick in your mouth...{laughs}-Refrain-Flesh
Niggas that attemptin?
to break my tune/ Nigga break yourself, drop your loot/ None-the-less Flesh runs up on the block, glock, drop/ Stalkin?
gat fools, ready to pap you if we have too/ Now you don't really know what's happenin?/ Stack Mo!
Thuggin?/ The killas way back rollin?
in the car with my triple platinum team; Killas from up St.
Clair/ Then all hells finna break lose/ If you declare war, I declare war/ Sendin?
my troops swoop/ Woop incoming!
You will clean up war, deaths smell/ I'm sendin' nigga' in to pull the trigger/ Missles drop, everybody nigga know damn sent/ Ya'll ain't ready cuz daddy thinkin?
to fuck with the thugs, so deadly, niggas got tongues of swords so sharp like a double-edged machette/ We rollin?
out heated heavily; 50 calibers in the game/ No love for them mutherfuckin?
po-po kill?
em all then piss on they fuckin?
grave/ Cleveland better believe it we stay theiven?
every last evenin?/ I'm a retrive?
em and see theives leavin?
cleavin' em all till they crumble completely/ We the hustla?
z down for the money, murda, and mayhem/ See me, I am what I am; Really heartless thug bail throu the wasteland-Refrain-Bizzy
Alize and chronic, concoct me up some hellafied tonic/ See me bein?
honest, honest to bring the bomb shit; Blow you away/ Put it on my thugs, put it on my thugs, yeah yeah...-Refrain-
