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M.A.A.D City (Feat. MC Eiht) - Kendrick Lamar

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 now run, my nigga

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 weighing on your brain

, 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 hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder saying 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

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 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

Or warn the bullets comin from

AK's, AR's, "aye y'all. Duck."

That's what momma said when we was eatin 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

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 cornbread, 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 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, nigga?"

"Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"

"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

This m.A.A.d city now 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 nothin but a Compton thang

Chyea

Real simple and plain

I'm a teach you some lessons about the street

It ain't nothin 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

Shine sticks, buck nakeds

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

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 & 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 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

I live inside the belly of the rough

Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what