![]() THE ONLY MAAD CITY IS ST PETERSBURG BIRTHPLACE OF PUTIN AND THE RUSSIAN TROLL FACTORIES YOU FUCKING PUSSIES DONT VOTE IN 2020 WE RIGGED THE OTHER ELECTION AND THAT ONE ALREADY JUST OBEY YOUR DICTATOR TRUMP Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?Īnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat? Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? So, loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so realĭeal with the outcome, a strap in the handĪnd a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rulesīut yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bangĪnd niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thangĬouple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-canĬrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, locĬluck heads all up and down the block and shit You know the reasons but still will never know my life I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin' I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in In fact, I got fired, 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends Security guard for a month and ended up leavin' My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Sleepin' in the living room of my momma's pad Let me teach you some lessons about the streetįresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" "Fuck who you know! Where you from, my nigga?" Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess ![]() You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV's
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