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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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!""Man downWhere you from, n*gga?""F*ck who you know, where you from my n*gga?""Where your grandma stay, huh, my n*gga?"This m.A.A.d city I run, my n*ggaBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory laneThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaineThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major painNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing (Wayan) on your brainIt was me, O-Boog, and Yaya, YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yoselfUh, warriors and ConansHope euphoria can slow dance with societyThe driver seat the first one to get killedSeen a light-skinned n*gga with his brains blown outAt the same burger stand, where --- hang outNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did itBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him differentLetras de cancionesThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the ninePakistan on every porch is fineWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a timeWith the sliding door, f*ck is up?F*ck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f*ckin punk',Pickin' up the f*ckin' pump,Pickin' off you suckers, suck a d*ck or die or sucker punchOr warn the bullets comin' fromAK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."That's what momma said when we was eatin' the free lunchAw man, God damn, all hell broke looseYou killed my cousin back in '94 - f*ck yo truceNow crawl yo head in that noose, you wind up dead on the newsAin't no peace treaty, just pieces, BG's up to pre-approve,Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV'sObviously the coroner between the sheets like the IsleysWhen you hop on that trolleyMake sure your colors correctMake sure you're cornbread, or they'll be calling your mother collectThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes exceptWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh*t ain't no threatYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a TecGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guessM.A.A.d city"Man downWhere you from, n*gga?""F*ck who you know, where you from my n*gga?""Where your grandma stay, huh, my n*gga?"This m.A.A.d city like, "Run, my n*gga."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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"Wake yo punk ass up!It ain't nothin' but a Compton thangChyeaReal simple and plainI'ma teach you some lessons about the streetIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thangChyeaHow we doFresh 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 n*ggas 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 a legion then made a promise to see you bleedingYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my lifeKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrificeCocaine, weedN*ggas been mixing sh*t since the 80's locSherm sticks, butt nakedsMake a n*gga flipCluck heads all up and down the block and sh*tOne time's crooked and sh*tBlock a n*gga inAlondra, Rosecrans, BullisI'm still in the hoodLoc 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 n*ggas that rep colors is doing the same thingPass it to the left so I can smoke on meA couple drive-bys in the hood latelyCouple of IV's with the f*cking spraycanShots in the crowd then everybody ranCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I craveShots hit the enemy, harsh 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 motherf*ckers standIf I told you I killed a n*gga at 16, would you believe me?Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that 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, listen 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, whatNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for?Niggas always acting unsensitive and shitNigga, that ain't no wordNigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that From Letras Mania