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If Pirus and all got along
They'd probably gun me by the end of this song
Seem like the whole go against me
Every time I'm in the street I

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook: Lamar]
"Man
you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, you from, my nigga?"
"Where grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d I run, my nigga"

[Verse 1: Lamar]
yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty and major pain
Not the sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down
It got ugly, waving your out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with
The driver the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his blown out
At the same burger stand --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder that he did it
But ever since that day, I was at him different
was back when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every porch is
We adapt to crime, pack a van four guns at a time
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin'
Pickin' up the pump
Pickin' off you suckers, a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of comin from
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma when we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke
You killed my cousin back in '94. yo truce
Now yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets the Isleys
When you hop on that
Make your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother
They say the collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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[MC
yo punk ass up!
It nothin' but a Compton thang

Real simple and
I'mma teach you some lessons the street
It ain't nothin' but a Compton

How we do

[Verse 2: Lamar]
outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living in my momma's pad
Reality I seen the white car crash
Hit the pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I I believed him
guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang get thrown up
laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely now
Imagine if your first blunt had you at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next we broke even
I allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
You the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human

[Mc
Jeah Cocaine,
Niggas been mixing since the 80's loc
sticks, butt nakeds
Dip, a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the and shit
One time's crooked and
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm in the hood
Loc yeah that's
The hood me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the thing
Pass it to the left so I can on me
A couple drive-bys in the lately
Couple of IV's with the fucking
in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn
Mount up, in the whip
Down the boulevard with the grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the
And a bird and 10 grand's where a stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the
With a and some Now & Laters to eat
If I all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our generation maybe can sleep
With of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the hostage
Kill all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this
arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I live inside the of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an on Angel Dust, what

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, that no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay and drink that."