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Part 1
[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
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 weighin' 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 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
AKs, ARs – 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
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 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
[Hook + Bridge]
[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
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 weighin' 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 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
AKs, ARs – 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
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 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
[Hook + Bridge]
m.A.A.d city
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