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Thread: The Badlands - Track Review

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    Default The Badlands - Track Review

    The Badlands

    Only Built 4 Cuban linx...part II
    2009 - bonus track

    Ghostface Killah



    (Ghostface Killah)

    Ayo, Rae, ayo, Rae, check it out, yo
    Let me go in there one more time and air these niggaz 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 niggaz heads, man
    It's what I'm talking about

    (Ghostface Killah)

    It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?

    Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ch

    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 niggaz 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
    Niggaz 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
    Yellow-tape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks

    Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot

    Talking bout Staten Island, profilin'

    Switchblade city, the goons is wildin'
    Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
    And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon

    [Chorus x2]


    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


    Ayo, 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 fiendin, 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

    [Chorus x2]
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 02-14-2010 at 03:19 PM.

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    heat,lyrically this is fire,beat is crazy aswell

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