[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] "YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"
[Hook] "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"
[Verse 1] 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 *beep* 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 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, "Aye 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, 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 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