M.A.A.d city Chords by Kendrick Lamar

[Start]

[Chorus]
N.C.                            
If Pirus and Crips all got along
N.C.                                               
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
N.C.                                  
Seem like the whole city go against me
N.C.                               
Every time I'm in the street I hear
N.C.               
Yawk Yawk Yawk Yawk
N.C.                         
Man down where you from nigga
N.C.                                     
Fuck who you know where you from my nigga
N.C.                                
Where your grandma stay huh my nigga
N.C.                         
This mAAd city I run my nigga


[Verse]
N.C.                                                   
Brace yourself I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
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This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine
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This is culdesac and plenty Cognac and major pain
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Not the drill sergeant but the stress that weighing on your brain
N.C.                                                      
It was me L Boogs and Yan Yan YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
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It got ugly waving your hand out the window check yourself uh
N.C.                                            
Warriors and Conans hope euphoria can slow dance
N.C.                                                    
With society the driver seat the first one to get killed
N.C.                                               
Seen a lightskinned nigga with his brains blown out
N.C.                                   
At the same burger stand where hang out
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Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
N.C.                                                  
But ever since that day I was looking at him different
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That was back when I was nine Joey packed the zero point nine
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Pakistan on every porch is fine we adapt to crime
N.C.                               
Pack a van with four guns at a time
N.C.                            
With the sliding door fuck is up
N.C.                                                          
Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up you fucking punk
N.C.                                               
Picking up the fucking pump picking off you suckers
N.C.                                                            
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch a wall of bullets coming from
N.C.                    
Ak's AR's Ayy y'all duck
N.C.                                                    
That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch
N.C.                               
Aw man goddamn all hell broke loose
N.C.                                                    
You killed my cousin back in 'ninetyfour fuck your truce
N.C.                             
Now crawl your head in that noose
N.C.                        
You wind up dead on the news
N.C.                                                   
Ain't no peace treaty just pieces BG's up to preapprove
N.C.                   
Bodies on top of bodies
N.C.             
Ivs on top of IVs
N.C.                                                    
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
N.C.                                                      
When you hop on that trolley make sure your colors correct
N.C.                                                                
Make sure you're corporate or they'll be calling your mother collect
N.C.                                                 
They say the governor collect all of our taxes except
N.C.                                                           
When we in traffic and tragic happens that shit ain't no threat
N.C.                                                         
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
N.C.                                                              
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial I guess mAAd city


[Chorus]
N.C.                         
Man down where you from nigga
N.C.                                     
Fuck who you know where you from my nigga
N.C.                                
Where your grandma stay huh my nigga
N.C.                         
This mAAd city I run my nigga
N.C.                            
If Pirus and Crips all got along
N.C.                                               
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
N.C.                                  
Seem like the whole city go against me
N.C.                               
Every time I'm in the street I hear
               A7
Yawk Yawk Yawk ■ 


[Verse]
               A7    
Wake your punk ass up
                       A7                 
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang Gyeah
     A7              
Real simple and plain
                      A7                      
Let me teach you some lessons about the street
                                          A7             
Hood It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang Gyeah how we do
A7          Am                                    
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad
            Am                               
Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad
        Am                               
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
                       Am                                  
Hit the light pole two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed
               Am                                   
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
         Am                                    
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
              Am                                              
In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
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To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
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Projects tore up gang signs get thrown up
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Cocaine laced in marijuana
    Am                                
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Am                                                      
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
  Am                                                  
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
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I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
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You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Am                                    
Kendrick aka Compton's Human Sacrifice


[Chorus]
Am                
Gyeah cocaine weed
                                  Am         
Niggas been mixin' shit since the eightys loc
                  Am                          
Sherm sticks butt nakeds dip make a nigga flip
                                      Am      
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
Am                                          
One time's crooked and shit block a nigga in
        Am                           
Alondra Rosecrans Bullis it's Compton


[Verse]
                 Am                        
I'm still in the hood loc Gyeah that's cool
              Am                            
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
                 Am                                           
But Gyeah that's like me I grew up in the hood where they bang
    Am                                             
And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing
Am                                      
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
  Am                                 
A couple driveby's in the hood lately
Am                                     
Couple of IVs with the fucking spraycan
A7           Am                      
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran


[Chorus]
Am                                         
Crew I'm finna slay the street life I crave
Am                                   
Shots hit the enemy hearts turn brave
Am                             
Mount up regulators in the whip
Am                                     
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Am                       
Trip we in the hood still
Am                                           
So loc grab a strap 'cause Gyeah it's so real
Am                                       
Deal with the outcome a strap in the hand
      Am                                            
And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand
   Am                                    
If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen
                  Am
Would you believe me
                                           Am           
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
     Am                                         
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat
Am                                
If I mentioned all of my skeletons
          Am              
Would you jump in the seat
                                           Am    
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief
                                                        Am   
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
            Am                         
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
           Am                
Instead of boy with a chopper
Am                            
That hold the culdesac hostage
         Am                
Kill 'em all if they gossip
                              Am         
The Children of the Corn they vandalizing
                                                 Am    
The option of living a lie drown their body with toxins
Am                           
Constantly drinking and drive
                    Am              
Hit the powder then watch this flame
                                         Am            
That arrive in his eye listen coward the concept is aim
                                               Am      
And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
                                                  Am      
A price on his head the tithes probably go to the projects
                           Am       
I live inside the belly of the rough
Am                                             
Compton USA made me an Angel on Angel Dust what
     Am  
Maad city
                           Am         
Compton Nigga pass Dot the bottle damn


[Outro]
    Am                              
You ain't the one that got fucked up
                 Am    
What you holding it for
              Am                         
Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit
Am                      
Nigga that ain't no word
           Am                          
Nigga shut up Hey Dot you good my nigga
Am                                          
Don't even trip just lay back and drink that


[End]