CLandIA

Intro (Bizzy)
We still from good ol' C Land I A, We still from good ol C Land I A, livin and lastin (livin and lastin), blast away... fuck scrappin...if we must, we must, we must, we the original thugs, the land is where ya find me slangin me llello daily, oh Cleveland is the city where we come from, yea, Cleveland is the city where we come from....

Bizzy
(Put on my Thugz... Put it on my Thugz....Put it on my Thugz)
Me and my militant minded thug ass motherfuckin niggas, ya bitchmade Motherfucka. Let my niggas be niggas, feel the mutiny all around me, ain't no scrutiny, ya know who to call when ya in the county, bitch(....?...). Just one of my shooliez, ya moody huh, where ya Goochi at? I kno where that poochie's at, you cougi ass pretty boy, you was a fag. I think he's fuckin Mike or on my motorcycle. I was born to ride psycho, baby I'm worse than before, mom can I call when I'm lost, in a cup, Nina Ross, I seen em fall for sure, roach killaz got money for thuggin, niggas, he don't got no doulja, I showed up, he don't got no skrilla, I showed up, he don't got no skrilla, tryin to helplessly claim that I shouldered you out, boarded you out, closed you out, nigga you know what this business is about. I got my dick in yo mouth, I got my dick in yo mouth( take it out, take it out).........

Flesh
These n*ggas better duck when I buck my tool, n*gga break your selfish, drop you move nonetheless, Flesh loves it when my glock pops rocks, walking gat moves, ready to pap you if we have to, murder you really don't know what's happenin. Stack go thuggin with the killaz way back rollin out in a gold or a triple platinum T's, killaz from off St. Clair, then all h*ll's finna break loose, If you declare war, I declare war sendin my troops swoop through (incoming) nuclear warhead slayer, upset a n*gga when I pull the trigga, missiles drop, every n*gga body move, dance hater, yall aint ready, yet steady. Think you can f*ck with the thugs, so deadly, n*ggas got tons of swords; sharp like a double edged machete, we rollin out heated heavy, fifty calibers in the game, no love for the motherfuckin po po, kill em all and piss on they fickin grave. Cleveland better believe it we thievin every last evenin. I'ma retrieve em and see thieves leavin, cleave em up til they come home bleedin. We the hustlers down for the money, murder, and mayhem. C Land IA, we them hertless thugs bail through the wasteland.....