Lyrics:

If Pirus And Crips All Got Along
theyd Probably Gun Me Down By The End Of This Song
seem Like The Whole City Go Against Me
every Time Im In The Street I Hear

yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

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

brace Yourself, Ill Take You On A Trip Down Memory Lane
this Is Not A Rap On How Im Slingin 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 Boog, And Yan Yan, Yg Lucky Ride Down Rosecrans
it Got Ugly, Waving Your 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 Recording 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
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 Shootin For If You Aint Walkin Up You Fuckin Punk
pickin Up The Fuckin Pump
pickin Off You Suckers, Suck A Dick Or Die Or Sucker Punch
a Wall Of Bullets Comin From
aks, Ars, aye Yall. Duck
thats What Momma Said When We Was Eatin That 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
aint No Peace Treaty, Just Piecin
bgs Up To Pre-Approve, Bodies On Top Of Bodies
ivs On Top Of Ivs
obviously The Coroner Between The Sheets Like The Isleys
when You Hop On That Trolley
make Sure Your Colors Correct
make Sure Youre Corporate, Or Theyll Be Calling Your Mother Collect
they Say The Governor Collect, All Of Our Taxes Except
when We In Traffic And Tragic Happens, That Shit Aint No Threat
you Movin 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

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

if Pirus And Crips All Got Along
theyd Probably Gun Me Down By The End Of This Song
seem Like The Whole City Go Against Me
every Time Im In The Street I Hear

yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

wake Yo Punk Ass Up!
it Aint Nothin But A Compton Thang
chyea
real Simple And Plain
let Me Teach You Some Lessons About The Street
(Smoke Somethin, Nigga)
hood (sup, Cuz Wassup Nah, Nah, Nah, Fuck That, Nah)
aint Nothin But A Compton Thang
chyea (We Got Five On It)
how We Do

fresh Outta School cause I Was A High School Grad
sleeping In The Living Room Of My Mommas Pad
reality Struck I Seen The White Car Crash
hit The Light Pole Two Niggas Hopped Out On Foot And Dashed (Watch Out Cuz)
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 cause 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 (Wassup)
cocaine Laced In Marijuana
and They Wonder Why I Rarely Smoke Now
imagine If Your First Blunt Had You Foaming At The Mouth
i Was Straight Tweaking The Next Weekend We Broke Even
i Made Allegiance That Made A Promise To See You Bleeding
you Know The Reasons But Still Wont Ever Know My Life
kendrick Aka Comptons Human Sacrifice (Yeah)

cocaine, Weed
niggas Been Mixing Shit Since The 80s, Loc
sherm Sticks, Butt-Nakeds, Dip
make A Nigga Flip
cluck Heads All Up And Down The Block And Shit
one Times Crooked And Shit
block A Nigga In
alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Its Compton

im Still In The Hood
loc Yeah Thats Cool (Chyea)
the Hood Took Me Under So I Follow The Rules
but Yeah Thats Like Me, I Grew Up In The Hood Where They Bang
and Niggas That Rep Colors Is Doing The Same Thing
pass It To The Left So I Can Smoke On Me
a Couple Drive-Bys In The Hood Lately (Chyea)
couple Of Ivs With The Fucking Spray-Can
shots In The Crowd Then Everybody Ran
crew Im Finna Slay, The Street Life I Crave
shots Hit The Enemy, Harsh Turn Brave
mount Up Regulators In The Whip
down The Boulevard With The Pistol Grip (Chyea)
trip, We In The Hood Still
so Loc, Grab A Strap cause Chyeah, Its So Real (Chyea)
deal With The Outcome, A Strap In The Hand
and A Bird And Ten Grands Where Motherfuckers Stand

if I Told You I Killed A Nigga At Sixteen, Would You Believe Me
or See Me To Be Innocent Kendrick You Seen In The Street
with A Basketball And Some Now Laters To Eat
if I Mentioned All Of My Skeletons, Would You Jump In The Seat
would You Say My Intelligence Now Is Great Relief
and Its Safe To Say That Our Next Generation Maybe Can Sleep
with Dreams Of Being A Lawyer Or Doctor
instead Of Boy With A Chopper That Hold The Cul De Sac Hostage
kill em All If They Gossip, The Children Of The Corn
they Vandalizing The Option Of Living A Lie, Drown Their Body With Toxins
constantly Drinking And Drive, Hit The Powder Then Watch This Flame
that Arrive In His Eye, Listen Coward, The Concept
is Aim And Then Bang It And Slide Out That Bitch With Deposit
a Price On His Head, The Tithes Probably Go To The Projects, I
live Inside The Belly Of The Rough
compton, U.s.a. Made Me An Angel On Angel Dust, What (Compton)

m.a.a.d City
compton

nigga, Pass Dot The Bottle, Damn
you Aint The One That Got Fucked Up
what You Holdin It For
niggas Always Actin Unsensitive And Shit
nigga, That Aint No Word
nigga, Shut Up
hey, Dot, You Good, My Nigga
dont Even Trip
just Lay Back And Drink That