(McNealJay GPapalexisLarossiBennYacoubSwing)
I'm talking about the badlands
Ain't nothing but a sadland
I don't blame it on the city
But the badlands put its mark on you
I see Johnny at the corner
As the Popsicleman
All of a sudden he's got a gun in his hand
Now Johnny's in a wheelchair
'Cause of the Popsicleman
At the wrong place at the wrong time
Now he understands
I need to find some peace of mind
I need a rest, I need to unwind
This hangin' and bangin' goin' on
This ain't no hell, this is my home
Talking about the badlands
Ain't nothing but a sadland
I don't blame it on the city
But the badlands put its mark on you
Bad Land!You gotta know the streets muthaf-aIt can't be no one
time beef muthaf-aCan you feel me reallyI hope you rocking mic's
than you ain't slinging dopeCheck the masses who major in the
gunblast on yah filthy rich asscause you ain't never cut class
But they didnow they're f-n' underratedY'all showed no loveso
now their hearts are full with hatredAnd ain't trying to throw no
joints, or no bullsh...Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull
sh...Stay jigg without the man, stack the grandcause the plan done
workNow we're duckin' from Uncle SamBlam! Take that on yah
way outStay out. Yah days out - lights out!Back to my hideoutYou
inside out makes the inside editionA scar is my traditionDoin' you
in intermission
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