08 - M.A.A.D City (Feat. MC Eiht)

[00:00.01] If Pirus and Crips all got along

[00:02.92] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

[00:06.17] Seem like the whole city go against me

[00:09.16] Every time I'm in the street, I hear—

[00:11.16] YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[00:12.67] "Man down, where you from, nigga?"

[00:15.91] "Fuck who you know! Where you from, my nigga?"

[00:19.16] "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

[00:22.41] "This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"

[00:25.42] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

[00:28.41] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine

[00:31.66] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain

[00:34.91] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain

[00:38.16] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans

[00:41.30] It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window – check yourself!

[00:44.41] Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance

[00:47.80] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed

[00:50.81] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

[00:54.69] At the same burger stand where *beep* hang out

[00:57.84] Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it

[01:01.09] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different

[01:03.84] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine

[01:06.60] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime

[01:09.99] Pack a van with four guns at a time

[01:11.99] With the sliding door, fuck is up?

[01:13.98] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?

[01:16.99] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers

[01:19.88] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

[01:22.02] A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Aye, y'all—duck!"

[01:26.76] That's what Momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch

[01:29.77] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose

[01:32.77] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce!

[01:36.02] Now crawl your head in that noose

[01:37.52] You wind up dead on the news

[01:39.01] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve

[01:42.26] Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs

[01:45.77] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

[01:48.92] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct

[01:51.92] Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect

[01:55.16] They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except

[01:58.42] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat

[02:01.67] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC

[02:04.67] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess

[02:08.21] M.A.A.d city

[02:08.58] "Man down, where you from, nigga?"

[02:11.83] "Fuck who you know! Where you from, my nigga?"

[02:15.08] "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

[02:18.33] "This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"

[02:21.32] If Pirus and Crips all got along

[02:24.57] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

[02:27.83] Seem like the whole city go against me

[02:30.82] Every time I'm in the street, I hear—

[02:32.83] YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!—

[02:36.39] Wake yo' punk-ass up!

[02:39.45] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang

[02:41.34] G-yeah, real simple and plain

[02:44.74] Let me teach you some lessons about the street

[02:48.15] (Smoke somethin', nigga!)

[02:48.81] Hood ('Sup, Cuz?)

[02:50.71] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang

[02:52.96] G-yeah, how we do

[02:55.96] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad'

[02:58.24] Sleepin' in the living room of my momma's pad

[03:00.75] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash

[03:03.16] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed

[03:05.91] My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him

[03:08.91] Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'

[03:11.16] In fact, I got fired, 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends

[03:14.16] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in

[03:17.30] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up

[03:20.46] Cocaine laced in marijuana

[03:23.21] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

[03:25.21] Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth

[03:27.87] I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even

[03:30.51] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'

[03:33.02] You know the reasons but still will never know my life

[03:35.53] Kendrick a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice"

[03:38.28] G-yeah, cocaine, weed

[03:42.27] Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc

[03:45.06] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds

[03:47.57] Dip, make a nigga flip

[03:49.97] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit

[03:52.62] One time's crooked and shit

[03:54.88] Block a nigga in

[03:56.13] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

[03:59.02] I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah that's cool

[04:01.28] Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules

[04:03.91] But yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang

[04:07.27] And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang

[04:10.02] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

[04:12.53] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately, shit

[04:15.27] Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can

[04:17.77] Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran

[04:20.27] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave

[04:23.02] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave

[04:26.43] Mount up, regulators in the whip

[04:28.42] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah

[04:31.43] Trip, we in the hood still

[04:33.67] So, loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real, yeah

[04:36.68] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand

[04:38.83] And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand

[04:41.67] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?

[04:44.81] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

[04:47.57] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?

[04:49.57] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?

[04:52.06] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?

[04:54.81] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep

[04:57.56] With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor

[04:59.31] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage

[05:02.07] Kill 'em all if they gossip

[05:03.31] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option

[05:05.32] Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins

[05:07.81] Constantly drinkin' and drive

[05:09.57] Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye

[05:11.82] Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide

[05:14.56] Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes

[05:17.57] Probably go to the projects, I

[05:19.96] Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA

[05:22.21] Made me an Angel on Angel Dust - what?

[05:25.49] M.A.A.d city

[05:28.49] Compton

[05:34.88] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!

[05:37.30] You ain't the one that got fucked up

[05:39.13] What you holdin' it for?

[05:40.53] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit

[05:42.93] Nigga, that ain't no word

[05:43.82] Nigga, shut up!

[05:45.03] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?

[05:47.18] Don't even trip

[05:48.07] Just lay back and drink that