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, n****?’
‘F*** who you know, where you from, my n****?’
‘Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?’
‘This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****’
Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I’m 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, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?], 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 n**** 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, f*** is up?
F*** you shootin’ for if you ain’t walkin up you f***in’ punk?
Pickin’ up the f***in’ pump
Pickin’ off you suckers, suck a d*** or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin’ from
AK’s, AR’s, “Aye y’all. Duck.”
That’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in ’94. F*** yo truce
Now crawl yo 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
IV’s on top of IV’s
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 s*** ain’t 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, n****?’
‘F*** who you know, where you from, my n****?’
‘Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?’
‘This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****’
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!