Chords for Kendrick Lamar - M.A.A.D. City (Feat. MC eiht)

If Pirates and Crips all got along, they probably gun me down by the end of this song.
[G] Seems like the whole city go against me, every time I'm [E] in the street I hear,
YAH YAH YAH [A] YAH
Man down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck, you know where you from, my nigga.
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is my city, I run, my nigga.
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane.
This is not a rap or I'm slinging crack or moon cocaine.
This is code a second, plenty, Kony, yackin' major pain.
Not the drill, Sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain.
It was me, El Boogie, YAH YAH YAH, G-Lucky, ride down Rose Crescent, got ugly.
Wave your hand out the window, check yourself.
Warriors and cronies, hope euphoria can slow dance with society.
The driver seat the first one to get killed.
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out,
at the same breakfast stand with the same gout.
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he [F#m] did it,
but [C#m] ever since that [G#] day, I was looking at a difference.
That was [A] back when I was nine, Joey packed a nine,
Pakistan on every purchase fine, we adapt to crime.
Pick a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door.
Fuck is up, fuck you shooting for, if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk.
Picking up the fucking pump, picking up you sucka, sucka, dicka, diya,
sucka, bunch of walla bullets coming from AKs, ARs, AYAR, duck.
That's what mama said when we was eating every night,
child man, god damn, all hell broke loose.
You killed my cousin back in 94, fuck your troops.
Now crawl your head in that nude, you wind up dead on the nude.
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's of two pre-approved.
Bodies on top of bodies, IV's on top of IV's.
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Osleys.
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct.
Make sure your corporate or Debbie calling your mother collects.
They say the governor collect, all of our tactics 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 tech.
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess.
Mad City.
And down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck do you know where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, my nigga.
If I rose and dips, all I got alone,
they 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, [N] I hear,
YAH, YAH, YAH!
[G] _
_ Wake your fuck [C#] ass up.
It ain't nothing but a cop that died.
Chill.
Real simple and frank.
[N] Let me teach you some lessons about the streets.
Street, street, street, street, street, street.
[C] Ugh.
Ain't nothing but a cop that died.
Chill.
How we do?
Fresh outta [F] school, cause I was a high school grad.
Sleeping in the living room with my mama's pad.
Reality struck, I seen a white car crash.
Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed.
Pop said I needed a job, I thought I believed him.
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving.
Back, I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends.
To save the robbery, the [Em] nerve Saturday, I glocked in.
[C] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up.
Cocaine, [G] laced with [Am] marijuana.
And they wonder why I'm really smoked now.
Imagine if your first blood had homing in the mouth.
[D] Out straight, [C] tweaked, the next [Dm] week and we broke [Am] even.
I made [G] allegiance and made [Dm] a promise to see you [Am] fleeting.
You [C] know the weed was [F] still and never know my life.
Kidznik, aka [A] cop is [Em] human sacrifice.
Chill.
[A] _
Cocaine, weed.
[Em] Niggas been mixing [Am] shit since the 80's, lo.
Sharp stakes, buck naked.
Death, make a naked flesh.
[A] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit.
One time [Em] crooked and shit.
[Am] Block a nigga in.
Alonzo, Rose, Crash, Bullets.
What's happening?
I'm still in [F] the hood, yeah that's cool.
This [C] hood took me under so I follow the [F] rules.
But yeah that's like me.
I grew up in the hood where they banging niggas that rep fellas and doing the same thing.
Pass it to the least so I can smoke on me.
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately.
Couple of IPs with the fuckin' spray can.
Shots in the [Em] crowd then everybody [Am] ran.
Grew up in the slave street, life a grave.
Shots [Dm] at the enemy, [Em] harsh terms [Am] rave.
Mount up, regulators in the whip.
Down the [C] boulevard with the pistol, bullshit.
[C#] Drip, [F] we in the hood still.
So long grab a strap [F] cause shit is so real.
Deal with the [C] outcome of [F] strapping the hand in the burn.
Ten [C] grand is where my buck stand.
If I told you [A] I killed that nigga at 16, would you believe me?
[Em] Proceed me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street.
With a [A] basketball and some now ladies to eat.
If I'm asking all of my skeletons would [C] you jump in the sea?
Would you say [A] my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation [C] maybe can sleep.
With [A] dreams of being a lawyer, doctor, instead a boy with a chopper.
The hood, the court is a [C] hostage.
Kill them all if they gossip.
The children of the corn, they've been a lies and the option [Fm] of living a lie.
[F] Drive their body with toxins, constantly drinking and drive.
Hit the party then watch this flame that arrive in his eye.
This account with the gossip is aimed at the bang and the slide.
How that bitch would deposit a price on his head?
The tides probably go to the projects eye.
Telling her the roughs, top the USA.
[E] Made me a ass on a wheel.
[C] _ Bad city.
_ What the fuck y'all? _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [N] Nigga pass doctor bottle, damn.
You ain't the one that got fucked up.
What you holding for?
Nigga's always acting insensitive.
[F#] Tell you that ain't no word.
Nigga shut up.
The doctor good my nigga.
[Dm] Don't even trip.
Just lay back and drink that.