The Badlands

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

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

[Ghostface Killah:]

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

[Chorus x2: Raekwon]

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

[Raekwon:]

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

[Chorus x2]