C Land I.A.

Intro:

We still from good old Cleveland I.A. (Blast away,
fuck scrappin.) We still from good old Cleveland
I.A. NNNNasty. (The original Thugs.) in madden
where ya find me slanging me lello, daily, oh.
Cleveland is the city where we come from, yeah.
and Cleveland is the city where we com from.

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We still from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty.
Blast away, fuck scrapping. We still from good old
cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck
scrapping. We still from good old cleveland I.A.
NNNNasty. Blast away, fuck scrapping. We still
from good old cleveland I.A. NNNNasty. Blast away,
fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping.

Verse 1:
Me and my Militent minded, thug ass, mutha fuckin
niggas, ya bitch made motha fucka. Let my niggas
be niggas. Figure mutiny on the bounty, ain't no
scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the
county, bitch. Gooney was half the craft, just one
of my stoodies. You moody, ah? Where your loochey
at? I know where that poochie's at, you boochie
ass. Pretty boy, you was a fag, I think he fuckin
a white boy. I'm a motor cycle. I was born to ride
psycho. Baby, I'm even worse than before. Mom, can
I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of hot sauce,
finna fall in foe sho. Roach killas got money for
thuggin niggas. He don't got no Doja, n sure
enough, he don't got no scrilla, n sure enough, he
don't got no scrilla, told ya. Helplessly claim
that I shorted you out, voted you out, closed you
out. Nigga, you know what this business about,
(bout). Got my dick in your mouth. I got my dick
in your mouth. Check it out.
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Verse 2:
These niggas better duck when I buck my tool.
Nigga break yourself. Bitch, drop, don't move.
Nonetheless Flesh must unfold (hot, hot) glock,
drop, stalking gat fools. Ready to pap you if we
have to. I do. Really don't know what's happenin.
Stack go thuggin with the killas way back, rollin
out, and our goal: to go triple platinum. Tease
killas from off St. Claire, then all hell's fin to
break loose. If you declare war, I declare war.
Send in my troops, swoop through. In come nuclear
warheads, slay. I'm sendin it yo, when I pull the
trigga, missiles drop, then I make your body move.
Dance hater. Y'all ain't ready n steady, thinkin
you can fuck with the thugs. Oh damn, you niggas
got tons of swords sharp like a double edged
machetti. We rollin out heated heavily, 50
calibers and AK's. No love for the motha fuckin
po-po. Kill em all and piss on they fucking
graves. Cleveland, better beleive, we stay
theivin, and every last evenin I'ma retreat, but
proceed with ease, (leavin em). Cleveland up to
they coatroom bleedin. Me n hustlas down for the
money, murda, and mayhem. C Land I.A., (I.A.).
Where them heartless thugs bail through the
wasteland.

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Verse3:
All this damn chronic, done got me out some
hellified times. See, we be the honest, promise to
bring the bomb shit. Blow you away. Put it on my
thugs. Put it on my thugs, Yeah, Yeah.

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