Chords for Mc Eiht---Kendrick Lamar---mAAd City---M II S.(HQ)

_ _ Damn, _ it was funny like that in the hood sometimes.
_ I mean you never knew what was gonna happen.
My grandpa asked me one time if I care whether I live or die. _ _
_ _ _ _ Yeah, I do.
If pyros and crypts all got along, they'd probably gun me down by the end of this song.
Seems like the whole city [D] go against me, every time I'm in the street I hear
YAH YAH YAH [G#m] YAH
[A] Man down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck we know, 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 I'm slinging crack or moon cocaine.
This is code a second, flimmy, coniac and 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 road strands.
It got ugly waving your hand out the window.
Check yourself, uh, warriors and ponies.
Hope you for real can stroll dance with society.
The [F#m] privacy, the first one to get [G#m] killed.
Seen a light [A]-skinned nigga with his brains blown out.
At the same breakfast sandwich, same gout.
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he [F#m] did it.
[G] But ever since that day, [G#] I was looking at a difference.
That was [A] back when I was nine, Joey packed a nine.
Blackest in on every purchase prime.
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time.
With the sliding door, puck it up, fuck you shooting pro.
If you ain't walking up, you fucking punk.
Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you sucker.
Sucker, dicker, dyer, sucker, bunch of wallop bullets coming from.
AKs, ARs, A-Yah, duck.
That's what mama said when we was eating every lunch.
Aw man, god damn, our hell broke loose.
You killed my cousin back in 94.
[G]
Fuck your truce, [G#m] now curl your [A] head in that noose.
You wind up dead on the noose.
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and BG's to proof.
_ _ 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 don't dare be calling your mother collect.
They say the governor collect all of our taxes 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.
Man down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ all state, huh, my nigga? _
This mad city, I run like, nigga.
If my rules and grips are kinda long,
they probably gun me down by the end of the song.
Sing like the whole city go against me.
Every time I'm in the street, I hear.
YAH, [N] YAH, YAH! _ _ _ _ _
Wake your punk ass up.
_ It ain't nothing but a coppin' thing, shit.
_ [B]
Real simple and plain.
_ Let me teach you some lessons about the street, street, street.
_ _ _ [A]
It _ _ _ [F] ain't nothing but [C#] a coppin' [Cm] thing, _ _ shit.
How [F] we do?
Fresh outta school, cause I was a high school grad.
Sleeping in the living room with my mama's pad. _
Reality struck, I seen the white car crash.
The light bulb, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed.
My pop said I needed a job, I thought I believed him.
Security guard for a month, he ended up leaving.
In fact, I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends.
To save the robbery, the third Saturday [E] I clocked in.
_ [C] _ [A] Projects tore up, getting [Am] sideskipped on nothing.
_ _ [C] Cocaine laced in marijuana. _
[B] And they [A] wonder why I [Am] rarely smoke now.
Imagine if your first blood had you foaming at the mouth.
House straight, [C] tweaked the next week and [Dm] we broke even.
[Am] I [G] made allegiance and [C] made a promise to [Dm] see you [Am] bleeding.
You know the league, [G] but still I [F] never know my life.
Hit trick, aka, [A] count this human [Em]
sacrifice.
Yeah.
_ [A] _ _ _ Cocaine, weed.
_ [Em] Niggas been mixing shit since the [Am] 80s, lo.
_ _ Sharp sticks, butt naked. _
Step, make a nigga flip.
_ [A] Cluck heads all up and down the block of shit.
One time's crooked [Em] as shit.
Block [A] a nigga in. _
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullets.
[C] It's time to_
I'm still in the hood, lo.
Yeah, that's cool, [F] yeah.
The hood took me under so I followed the rules.
But yeah, that's like me.
I grew up in the hood where they gang.
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing.
Pass it to the left 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 crowd, [Em] then everybody [C] ran.
Who been [F] a [Am] slave?
Street life, I crave.
Shots at [B] the [C] enemy, hearts [B] turn gray.
[Am] _ Mount up, regulators in the whip.
Down the boulevard with the [A] pistol grip.
_ Trip, we in the [F] hood still.
So long, rap strippers.
[C] Yeah, [F] so real.
Deal with the [C] outcome of [F] strapping the hand in the burn.
Ken Granz where a motherfucker [C] stay.
If I told you [A] I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to [Em] be innocent Kendrick you've seen in the street?
With a [A] basketball and some now latest to eat.
If I'm asking all of my skeletons, would you [C] jump in the seat?
Would you say [A] my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe [C] can sleep.
With dreams of being a [A] lawyer, doctor.
Instead of boy with a chopper, they hold the court as a [C] hostage.
Kill them all if they gossip.
The children of the corn, [F] they vandalizing the option of living a lie.
Drive their body with toxins, constantly drinking and drive.
Get the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye.
This account with the consumers aiming, they banging the slot.
I hope that bitch with deposit, the price on his head.
The tides probably go to the projects, I.
[B] _
[C#m] The city [F] of the rough, copped in USA.
[Em] Made me an angel, don't hate me.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ Bad city.
_ _ [Dm] _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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