m.A.A.d city (feat. MC Eiht) (Prod. by Sounwave & THC)
[Intro/Bridge] 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
[ScHoolBoy Q] "YACK! YACK! YACK! YACK!"
[Hook] "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck you, where you from my nigga" "No, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" This m.A.A.d city like, "Run, my nigga."
[Verse 1] 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 congnac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?] watchin Lucky ride down Rosecrantz It got ugly, wavin yo 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 Packed to stand on every porch was 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 the 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 trollie Make sure your colors correct Make sure you're cornbread, 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 wit a Teck Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.A.A.d city
[Hook]
[Intro/Bridge]
[ScHoolBoy Q] "YACK! YACK! YACK!---
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[MC Eiht] Wake yo punk ass up! It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea Real simple and plain I'mma teach you some lessons about the street It ain't nothin but a Compton thang Chyea How we do
[Verse 2] 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 dahsed 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 with marijuana And they wonder why I really don't smoke now Imagine if your first blood 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.