[Verse 1: Game] I don't read the XXL Told em .45 the church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece It's bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in Blood nigga In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga Momma ain't show, grandma almost pulled the plugged the nigga Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas Five shots to the head cause I'm a Blood nigga Nuttin' brewing but suwoo'ing where the fuck I'm from You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning they sons, I'm talking real grief Real funerals of them lost Juveniles Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh Say its a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets, capishe I'm sayin', stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy
[Hook: Tank] I said she see no evil She gonna knock it at all You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk Say we on our way now, I'mma see you again And when they ask you questions, you just answer What happened then? What happened then?
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper blast But fuck that, I'm not worried, even when discouraged Skirt off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of 'em gon is gone Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation came early I need you to keep quiet as a mouse Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talking about I'm hearin the sonics of gun fire The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye
[Hook: Tank]
[Verse 3: Game] You want to go to Compton? Nigga I'll take you there Hub City bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code, a nigga's calling from the pen Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within And then, your momma never see you again Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up, huh Niggas can’t hear you talking from the sky And only five year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie Karma catches up to all you head honchos 2 Dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco Shit get real though inside the Foxhills though Nigga living that fast life and get killed slow Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets My grandmother’s prayers saved you niggas I never wanted peace Los Angeles, I’m the motherfucking king here No first 48 cause motherfuckers don’t sing here
[Hook: Tank]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
