m.A.A.d city

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 m.A.A.d 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 cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
 Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
 It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
 It got ugly, waving your 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 nigga with his brains blown out
 At the same burger stand where - 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 .9
 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 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, "Ayy y'all, duck"
 That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch
 Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
 You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce
 Now crawl your 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
 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 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, m.A.A.d city
 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 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 your 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' nigga), 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 in my momma's pad
 Reality struck, I seen the white car crash
 Hit the light pole, two niggas 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 '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
 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 allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
 You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
 Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice
 G-yeah, cocaine, weed
 Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, 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, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)
 The hood took me under so I follow the rules
 But G-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-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)
 Couple of IVs with the fucking 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 grands where a motherfucker stand
 If I told you I killed a nigga 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 being 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 vandalizing
 The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
 Constantly drinking and drive
 Hit the powder then watch this flame
 That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim
 And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
 A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
 I live inside the belly of the rough
 Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?
 M.A.A.d city
 Compton
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 Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn
 You ain't the one that got fucked up
 What you holding it for?
 Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit
 Nigga, that ain't no word
 Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?
 Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that