Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - The Badlands lyrics
[Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - The Badlands lyrics]
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in there one more
Time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do
My nig' old times sake, just for me
Man, one more time, i'm begging you
Let me just go in, and just
Fly on these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talking about
It's like a body in a project hallway
Who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
That's my word, it could never be me
You see the deer head on
The living room wall, like his neck fell off
That can be all sculptured
And glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house
Racial slurs
When it's time to go to war, they cash out
Throw 'em in the rear naked choke
They tap out
Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
And threw two rocks at 'em
Watching the ho drop
I'm from a place where we
Locking the low Glocks
Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don't want the fifth of 'yac
We want the gallon
Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga
Everything's real, let's grow in the field
Nigga big bread or making that lead pop
Too many ways to get hurt or
Get hit with a headshot
Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on
Hand full of Winston's
Plump spiker with the ices on
Glad to eat too
Yves Saint Laurent's is see through
Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude
Liquor crack kept 'em fiending
Jumped off the roof two-times
I'm surprised he seen me, your
Bags is the truth, my G
Jumped in the white Turismo
This is fruit for me
And now the baseheads love my style
I'm like a new pipe
With airholes in it, they suggested now
You the new king, new don, new thing
Only thing missing
Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean
Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper
With a plot, kid
Every block, tear hood, lock it
Yeah, all my ride for me
This what I got from it
You holding steel, yup, pop for me
Let me go in there one more
Time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do
My nig' old times sake, just for me
Man, one more time, i'm begging you
Let me just go in, and just
Fly on these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talking about
It's like a body in a project hallway
Who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
That's my word, it could never be me
You see the deer head on
The living room wall, like his neck fell off
That can be all sculptured
And glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house
Racial slurs
When it's time to go to war, they cash out
Throw 'em in the rear naked choke
They tap out
Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
And threw two rocks at 'em
Watching the ho drop
I'm from a place where we
Locking the low Glocks
Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don't want the fifth of 'yac
We want the gallon
Yeah, keep holding the Hill, nigga
Everything's real, let's grow in the field
Nigga big bread or making that lead pop
Too many ways to get hurt or
Get hit with a headshot
Aiyo, Yankee blue robins on
Hand full of Winston's
Plump spiker with the ices on
Glad to eat too
Yves Saint Laurent's is see through
Blueish five seven, black rag, a street dude
Liquor crack kept 'em fiending
Jumped off the roof two-times
I'm surprised he seen me, your
Bags is the truth, my G
Jumped in the white Turismo
This is fruit for me
And now the baseheads love my style
I'm like a new pipe
With airholes in it, they suggested now
You the new king, new don, new thing
Only thing missing
Is the Qu'ran, a new arm, a new lean
Yeah, salute the prophet, trooper
With a plot, kid
Every block, tear hood, lock it
Yeah, all my ride for me
This what I got from it
You holding steel, yup, pop for me