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

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

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

[Verse 1: Kendrick
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major
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, your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, and Conans
Hope can slow dance with society
The seat the first one to get killed
Seen a nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where --- out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying 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 is fine
We adapt to crime, a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you punk?
Pickin' up the pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or punch
A wall of bullets comin
AK's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said we was eatin' the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all broke loose
You killed my cousin in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the
Ain't no peace treaty, pieces
up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the
When you hop on that
Make your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be your mother collect
They say the collect, all of our taxes except
When we in and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on dial, I guess
M.A.A.d

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

[MC
Wake yo ass up!
It ain't nothin' but a thang

Real and plain
I'mma you some lessons about the street
It nothin' but a Compton thang

How we do

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school
Sleeping in the room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the car crash
Hit the light two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I a job I thought I believed him
Security for a month and ended up leaving
In I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang get thrown up
Cocaine laced in
And they why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we even
I made allegiance 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, make a flip
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One time's crooked and
Block a in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's

I'm still in the
Loc yeah cool
The hood took me so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the where they bang
And that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the so I can smoke on me
A drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV's with the spraycan
in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a cause yeah, it's so real
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's a motherfucker stand

Lamar]
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac
Kill them all if they gossip, the of the Corn
They vandalizing, the option of a lie, drown 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 it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I inside the belly of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Dust, what

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