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, ****?

Fuck who you know, where you from, my ****?

Where your grandma stay, huh, my ****?

This m.A.A.d city I run, my ****

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain

It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans

It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window, check yourself

Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance

With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned **** with his brains blown out

At the same burger stand where **** hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it

But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different

That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine

Pakistan 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 shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?

Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets comin' from AKs, ARs, "Aye, y'all, duck!"

That's what Momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch

Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce

Now crawl your head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve

Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs

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 callin' 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 movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess

M.A.A.d city

Man down, where you from, ****?

Fuck who you know, where you from, my ****?

Where your grandma stay, huh, my ****?

This m.A.A.d city I run, my ****

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 nothin' but a Compton thang

G-yeah, real simple and plain

Let me teach you some lessons about the street

Smoke somethin', ****

Hood

'Sup, Cuz?

It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang

G-yeah, how we do

Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad

Sleepin' in the living room of my momma's pad

Reality struck, I seen the white car crash

Hit the light pole, two **** 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 leavin'

In fact, I got fired, 'cause 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 ('Sup)

Cocaine laced in marijuana

And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth

I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even

I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'

You know the reasons but still will never know my life

Kendrick, a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice"

G-yeah, cocaine, weed

**** been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc

Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds

Dip, make a **** flip

Cluckheads all up and down the block and shit

One time's crooked and shit

Block a **** in

Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)

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 **** that rep colors is doin' the same thang

Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (G-yeah)

Couple of IVs with the fuckin' spray-can

Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran

Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave

Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave

Mount up, regulators in the whip

Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)

Trip, we in the hood still

So, loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)

Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand

And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand

If I told you I killed a **** at sixteen, would you believe me?

Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?

If I mentioned 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 bein' a lawyer or doctor

Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage

Kill 'em all if they gossip

The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option

Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins

Constantly drinkin' and drive

Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye

Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide

Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes

Probably go to the projects, I

Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA

Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?

M.A.A.d city

Compton

****, pass Dot the bottle, damn

You ain't the one that got fucked up

What you holdin' it for?

**** always actin' unsensitive and shit

****, that ain't no word

****, shut up

Hey, Dot, you good, my ****?

Don't even trip

Just lay back and drink that