I'm talking about the bad lands
Ain't nothing but a sad land
I don't blame it on the city
But the bad lands put its mark on you

I see Johnny at the corner
As the Popsicle man
All of a sudden, he's got a gun in his hand
Now Johnny's in a wheelchair

'Cause of the Popsicle man
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 bad lands
Ain't nothing but a sad land
I don't blame it on the city
But the badlands put its mark on you

Bad Land, you gotta know the streets muthaf-a
It can't be no one, time beef muthaf-a
Can you feel me really? I hope you rocking mics
Than you ain't slinging dope

Check the m***es who major
In the gun blast on yah filthy rich ***
'Cause you ain't never cut cl*** but they did
Now they're f-n' underrated

Y'all showed no love
So now their hearts are full with hatred
And ain't trying to throw no joints or no bull sh
Just drink liquor, smoke hydro and just pull sh

Stay jigg without the man, stack the grand
'Cause the plan done work
Now we're duckin' from uncle Sam
Blam, take that on yah way out

Stay out, yah days out, lights out
Back to my hideout
You inside out makes the inside edition
A scar is my tradition doin' you in intermission