M.A.A.D. City
[Bridge]If Pirus and Crips all got alongThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this songSeem like the whole city go against meEvery 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 laneThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaineThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major painNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brainIt was Me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down RosecransIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uhWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow danceWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killedSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown outAt the same burger stand where *beep* hang outNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did itBut ever since that day, I was looking at him differentThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the ninePakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crimePack 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 suckersSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming fromAK's, AR's, "Aye y'all, duck."That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunchAw man, goddamn, all hell broke looseYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truceNow crawl your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the newsAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approveBodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV'sObviously the coroner between the sheets like the IsleysWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correctMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collectThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes exceptWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threatYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TecGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city
[Hook + Bridge]
[Part 2]
[Intro: MC Eiht]Wake your punk ass up! It ain't nothing but a Compton thang, G-yeah. Real simple and plain, I'mma teach you some lessons about the street. It ain't nothing but a Compton thang, G-yeah. How we do
[Verse 2]Fresh outta school cause I was a high school gradSleeping in the living room in my momma's padReality struck I seen the white car crashHit the light pole two niggas hopped out on foot and dashedMy pops said I needed a job I thought I believed himSecurity guard for a month and ended up leavingIn fact I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friendsTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked inProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown upCocaine laced in marijuanaAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke nowImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouthI was straight tweaking the next weekend, we broke evenI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedingYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my lifeKendrick A.K.A. Compton's human sacrifice
[Interlude: MC Eiht]G-yeah, cocaine, weed. Niggas been mixing shit since the 80's, 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
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's coolThe hood took me under so I follow the rulesBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bangAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thingPass it to the left so I can smoke on meA couple drive-by's in the hood latelyCouple of IV's with the fucking spraycanShots in the crowd then everybody ranCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I craveShots hit the enemy, hearts turn braveMount up, regulators in the whipDown the boulevard with the pistol gripTrip, we in the hood stillSo loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so realDeal with the outcome, a strap in the handAnd a bird and 10 grand's where a mothafucka stand
[Verse 4]If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the streetWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eatIf 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 sleepWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor, instead of boy with a chopperThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage, kill 'em all if they gossipThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizingThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxinsConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flameThat arrive in his eye, this a coward, the concept is aimAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with depositsA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projectsI live inside the belly of the roughCompton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what
[Skit]– Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting 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