Chords for m.A.A.d city

If Pirates and Crips all got along, they'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seems like the whole city go against me, every time I'm in the street [Ab] I hear
YAK YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck you, bro, where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This mad city I run, my nigga
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap or rhyme slinging crack or [C] moon cocaine
This is [Am] code a second, plenty Koniac in major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yaiji, Lucky, ride down Rose Cranes
They got ugly waving your hand out the window, check [Ab] yourself
Warriors [A] in Cronus, hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seek the [Db] first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga [Bb] with his brains blown out
At the [Ab] same breakfast stand where you sank out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he [G] did it
But ever since that day, [Ab] I was looking at a difference
That was back when I [Ab] was nine, Joey back to nine
Pack a stand on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck yourself, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a suck a dick a die a suck a bunch of wallop
Where this coming [C] from?
AKs, ARs, AR, duck
That's [Am] what mama said when we was eating every lunch
Aw man, goddamn, our hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in [Abm] 94, fuck your troops
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that nude, you wind up dead on the nude
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's up to be approved
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trotter, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate or they'll be calling your mother collect
[C] They say the governor collect, all of our tactics accept
When we in [A] 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, bend down, where you from nigga?
Fuck you, no, where you from my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run I nigga
If I ruin sickness, I'll get a loan
They probably gun me down [Bb] by the [Ab] end of this song
Seems like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, [Eb] I hear
YAH YAH YAH
[A] _ _
Wake your punk ass up
It ain't nothing but a cop in fact Yeah
Real simple and plain
You [C] teach some [Bm] lessons by the streets
_ [Am] Uh
_ It ain't nothing but a cop in fact Yeah
How we do?
Fresh out of 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 dash
My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends
To save the robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects, tow up, gang signs, get thrown up
Cocaine, laced and marijuana
And they wonder why I'm really smoked now
Imagine if your first runner had you foaming at the mouth
How straight, tweaked the next week and we broke even
I made allegiance and made a promise to see you fleeting
You know the week was still and never know my life
Kid Trick, aka confidence, human sacrifice Yeah
_ Cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixing shit since the 80's, lo
Sharp stakes, buck naked
Def, make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time crooked as shit
Block a nigga in
_ Alondra, Rosecraft, Bullets, it's capital
I'm still in the hood, lo, yeah that's cool
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me
I grew up in the hood where they banging niggas
Them rep fellas is doing the same thing
Pass it to the lead so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IVs with the fuckin' spray can
Shots in the crowd [Gb] then everybody ran
[Am] I grew up in the hood, lo, yeah that's cool
Been a slave, street life, I trade
Shots at the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip _
We in the hood still
So long as rap's strapped cause J is so real
Deal with the outcome of strapping the hand
And the burn, ten grand's where a motherfucker stay
If I told you I killed that nigga at sixteen
Would you believe me or see me to be
Innocent Kendrick you've seen in the street
With a basketball and some now ladies to eat
If I'm ashing all of my skeletons would you jump in the sea
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer, doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper
They hold the court as their hostage
Kill them all if they gossip
The children of the corn
They vandalizing the option of living a lie
Drive their body with toxins, constantly drinking and drive
Get the party then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
This account with the gossip is aimed at the bang in the slot
Out that bitch with the positive price on his head
The tots probably go to the projects, I
Never saw the belly of the ruff, copped a USA
[E] Made me a ass, don't hate me though
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