m.a.a.d. city

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  [ıntro:]
  ıf 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 ı'm in the street ı hear
  
  [schoolboy q:]
  "yawk! yawk! yawk! yawk!"
  
  [hook:]
  "man down. where you from, nigga?"
  "fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"
  "where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
  this m.a.a.d city ı run, my nigga
  
  [verse 1:]
  brace yourself, ı'll take you on a trip down memory lane
  this is not a rap on how ı'm slinging crack or move cocaine
  this is cul-de-sac and plenty cognac and major pain
  not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
  ıt was me, o-boogy, yaya, yg lucky ride down rosecrans
  ıt 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, ı was looking at him different
  that was back when ı 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 pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
  ıv's on top of ıv's
  obviously the coroner between the sheets like the ısleys
  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, ı guess
  m.a.a.d city
  
  [hook:]
  "man down
  where you from, nigga?"
  "fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"
  "where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
  this m.a.a.d city ı run, my nigga."
  
  [bridge:]
  ıf 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 ı'm in the street ı hear
  
  [schoolboy q:]
  "yawk! yawk! yawk!
  
  [mc eiht:]
  wake yo punk ass up!
  ıt ain't nothing but a compton thang
  chyea
  real simple and plain
  ı'm a teach you some lessons about the street
  ıt ain't nothing but a compton thang
  chyea
  how we do
  
  [verse 2:]
  fresh outta school cause ı was a high school grad
  sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad
  reality struck ı seen the white car crash
  hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
  my pops said ı needed a job ı thought ı believed him
  security guard for a month and ended up leaving
  ın fact ı got fired because ı was inspired by all of my friends
  to stage a robbery the third saturday ı clocked in
  projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
  cocaine laced in marijuana
  and they wonder why ı rarely smoke now
  ımagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
  ı was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
  ı 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
  
  [mc eiht:]
  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
  ı'm still in the hood
  loc yeah that's cool
  the hood took me under so ı follow the rules
  but yeah that's like me, ı grew up in the hood where they bang
  and niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
  pass it to the left so ı can smoke on me
  a couple drive-bys in the hood lately
  couple of ıv's with the fucking spraycan
  shots in the crowd then everybody ran
  crew ı'm finna slay, the street life ı 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
  
  [kendrick lamar:]
  ıf ı told you ı 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 & laters to eat
  ıf ı'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
  ınstead 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 body 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
  ı live inside the belly of the rough
  compton, u.s.a. made me an angel on angel dust, what
  
  [skit]