(McNeal/Jay G/Papalexis/Larossi/Benn/Yacoub/Swing)      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-a   It can't be no one   time beef muthaf-a   Can you feel me really   I hope you rocking mic's   than you ain't slinging dope   Check the masses who major in the   gunblast on yah filthy rich ass   cause you ain't never cut class   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 bullsh...   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