Kendrick Lamar, MC Eiht - m.A.A.d city lyrics

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 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 nigga with
His brains blown out
At the same burger stand where beep 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 AK's, AR's, "Ayy, 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 color's 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
​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 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 of 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 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
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'll
Never know my life
Kendrick aka "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, yeah that's cool
Shit, 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
Doin' the same thang
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, shit
Couple of IV's 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, yeah
Trip, we in the hood still
So, loc, grab a strap 'cause
Yeah, it's so real, 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 nigga at sixteen
Would you believe me?
Perceive 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?

​mAAd city compton

Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!
You ain't the one that got fucked up
What you holdin' it for?
Niggas always actin' 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