(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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