| Closer |
| (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 Swing appears courtesy of Dr. Records "A lot of sad things has happended to people that I know and grew up with. Some of them are no longer with us. Everytime I go back to N.E.OKC it dawns on me how sick it is that it has to be this way. I'm happy that Swing laid his fat rap on this song and that he voiced his opinion since he is from New York." |