Mc Eiht - Kendrick Lamar 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, n***a?" "f** who you know, where you from my n***a?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my n***a?" This m.A.A.d city I run, my n***a 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 c**aine 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, O-Boogy, Yaya, 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 k**ed Seen a light-skinned n***a 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, I was looking 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, f** is up? f** you shooting for if you ain't walking up? You f**ing punk, picking up the f**ing pump Picking off you s**ers, s** a dick or die or s**er 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 k**ed my cousin back in '94. f** 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 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 sh** 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, n***a?" "f** who you know, where you from my n***a?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my n***a?" This m.A.A.d city I run, my n***a." 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 a** up! It ain't nothing but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain I'm a teach you some lessons about the street It ain't nothing 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 n***a'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 n***a's been mixing sh** since the 80's loc Sherm sticks, bu*t nakeds Dip Make a n***a flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh** One time's crooked and sh** Block a n***a in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton 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 n***as that rep colors is doing the same thing Pa** it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately Couple of IV's with the f**ing 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 motherf**ers stand If I told you I k**ed a n***a 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 k** 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 b**h 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