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, ?" "Fuck who you know, where you from ?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my ?" This m.A.A.d city I run, my 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, O-Boogy, 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 guy with his brains blown out .At the same burger stand, where bitchs 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 Pack to stand 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 that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck 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 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