M.A.A.D City

If Pirus and Crips all got along, They'd probably gun me down by the end of The song. Seem like the whole city go against Me. Every time I'm in the street, I hear "Yah, yah." Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? Yeah. This mad city I run, my nigga. Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down Memory lane. This is not a rapper ho, I'm Sleeker crack or move cocaine. This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain. Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that's Weighing on your brain. It was me or rookie, Yeah, yeah, whitey lucky, ride got no crane. Is that ugly waving your hand out the window? Check yourself, ho. Glory as the curtains hope Euphoria can stir this. With society the darkest hit the purple till you Kill. Yah, yah, yah. down, where you from, Nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from, My nigga? Where your grandma stay, Huh, my nigga? This mad city I-Yah, yah, Man down, Where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? Yeah. This mad city I run, my nigga. Yah. All men got they own. Nigga. All men got they Own. My nigga. All men got Yah, yah, yah, yah, Yah. Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This mad city I-I hear yah, yah. Man down, where you nigga? Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? Yeah. This mad city I run, my nigga. Yah. All men got they own. Nigga. All men got they own. All men got they own. My nigga. All men got they own. My nigga. Yah, yah, yah, Yah,