Kendrick Lamar - m.A.A.d city (Feat. MC Eiht)

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down
by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city
go against me
Every time I'm in the street
I hear
YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK
Man down Where you from nigga
Fuck who you know
where you from my nigga
Where your grandma stay
huh my nigga
This mAAd city I run my nigga
Brace yourself
I'll take you on a trip down
memory lane
This is not a rap on
how I'm slinging
crack or move cocaine
This is culdesac and plenty
Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant
but the stress that
weighing on your brain
It was me O Boogy Yaya YG
Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly waving your hand
out the window
Check yo self
Uh warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance
with society
The driver seat the first one
to get killed
Seen a light skinned nigga
with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand
where censored hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder
saying that he did it
But ever since that day
I was looking at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pack to stand on
every porch is fine
We adapt to crime
pack a van with four guns
at a time
With the sliding door
fuck is up
Fuck you shooting for
if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk
picking up the fucking pump
Picking off you
suckers suck a dick or die or
sucker punch
A wall of bullets coming from
AK's AR's aye y'all Duck
That's what momma said
when we was eating that free lunch
Aw man God damn
all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin
back in 94
Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty just pieces
BG's up to preapprove
bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner
between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate or
they'll be calling
your mother collect
They say the governor collect
all of our taxes except
When we in traffic
and tragic happens
that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards
if you suggest that you sleep
with a Tec
Go buy a chopper
and have a doctor on speed dial
I guess
MAAd city
Man down
Where you from nigga
Fuck who you know
where you from my nigga
Where your grandma stay
huh my nigga
This mAAd city I run
my nigga
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down
by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city
go against me
Every time I'm in the street
I hear
YAWK YAWK YAWK
Wake yo punk ass up
It ain't nothing
but a Compton thang
Chyea
Real simple and plain
I'm a teach you some lessons
about the street
It ain't nothing
but a Compton thang
Chyea
How we do
Fresh outta school
cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room
in my momma's pad
Reality struck
I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole
two nigga's hopped out on
foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job
I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month
and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired
because I was inspired
by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third
Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up
gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder
why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt
had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking
the next weekend we broke even
I made a legion
then made a promise
to see you bleeding
You know the reasons
but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA
Compton's human sacrifice
Cocaine weed
Nigga's been mixing shit
since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks
butt nakeds
Dip
Make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down
the block and shit
One time's crooked and shit
Block a nigga in
Alondra Rosecrans Bullis
it's Compton
I'm still in the hood
Loc yeah that's cool
The hood took me under
so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me
I grew up in the hood
where they bang
And niggas that rep colors
is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left
so I can smoke on me
A couple drive bys in the hood
lately
Couple of IV's
with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd
then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay
the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy
harsh turn brave
Mount up regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard
with the pistol grip
Trip we in the hood still
So loc grab a strap cause yeah
it's so real
Deal with the outcome
a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's
where motherfuckers stand
If I told you
I killed a nigga at 16
would you believe me
Or see me to be innocent
Kendrick that you seen
in the street
With a basketball and some
Now and Laters to eat
If I'm mashing
all of my skeletons
would you jump in the seat
Would you say my intelligence
now is great relief
And it's safe to say
that our next generation
maybe can sleep
With dreams of being
a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper
that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip
the Children of the Corn
They realizing the option
of living a lie
drive they bodyn with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive
hit the powder then watch
this flame
That arrive in his eye
this a coward
the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out
that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head
the tots probably
go to the projects
I live inside the belly
of the rough
Compton USA
made Me an Angel
on Angel Dust
what