M.a.a.d City Lyrics - Good Kid, Maad City - Kendrick Lamar

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!" 

"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" 

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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 weighing on your brain 

It was me, L Boogs 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 

AK's, AR's, "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 

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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 

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!" 

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. Hood. It ain't nothing but a Compton thang, G-yeah. How we do 

Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad 

Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad 

Reality struck, I seen the white car crash 

Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed 

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 

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 won't ever know my life 

Kendrick, A.K.A. "Compton's human sacrifice" 

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 

I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool 

The hood took me under so I follow the rules 

But yeah, that's 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-by's in the hood lately 

Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can 

Shots in the crowd then everybody ran 

Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave 

Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave 

Mount up, regulators in the whip 

Down the boulevard with the pistol grip 

Trip, we in the hood still 

So loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real 

Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand 

And a bird and ten grands where a mothafucka 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 and 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 it's 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 they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits 

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 

M.A.A.d city 

Compton 

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