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

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"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook: Lamar]
"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: Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory
is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that on your brain
It was Me, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and
euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned with his brains blown out
At the same stand where --- hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying he did it
But ever since day, I was lookin at him different
was back when I was nine
Joey the nine
Pakistan on every porch is
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four at a time
the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't up you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the pump
Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or 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 in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in noose
You wind up on the news
no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, on top of bodies
IV's on top of
Obviously the coroner between the like the Isleys
you hop on that trolley
Make your colors correct
Make you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our except
When we in traffic and happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin 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

Q]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!---

(static)

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

Real and plain
I'mma teach you some lessons the street
It ain't 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 the white car crash
Hit the pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and up leaving
In fact I got because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third I clocked in
Projects up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in
And wonder why I rarely smoke now
if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you
You know the reasons but won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's sacrifice

[Mc
Cocaine, weed
Niggas mixing shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt
Dip, a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and the block and shit
One time's and shit
a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, Compton

I'm in the hood
Loc that's cool
The hood me under 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 couple drive-bys in the lately
of IV's with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the then everybody ran
I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts brave
up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the grip
Trip, we in the hood
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so
Deal the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a stand

[Kendrick
If I told you I killed a at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be Kendrick you seen in the street
a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you in the seat?
you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the
They vandalizing, the option of a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this
That arrive in his eye; a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that 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, you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.
(Nigga, ain't no word.)
Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."