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Featuring Kendrick Lamar & Tank [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 of 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 plug nigga Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz niggas Five shots to the head cause I'm a blood nigga Nothin brewing but soo(wooing) 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 fat burger we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning they sons I'm talking real grief Real funerals and lost juvenials Trying to be generals be missing your dinner now (huh) Say it's a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets (capeesh) I'm sayin... SongtexteStop 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] Cause you see no evil she doing nothing 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 to them? What happened to them? [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 hearts 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 ever since my first chopper blast But fuck that I'm not worried, even when discouraged Skirt off makin' them hurt I should have hurt them in a hurry Dirt off all under my fingers? Shirt off when precersure, resuscitation came early I need you to keep quiet as 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 wanna go to Compton nigga? I'll take you there Huf city, bodies get burned butt naked head respect the code and niggas callin from the pen Columbian neck ties on the outside from within and then your Mama never see you again, casket to never wake up plastered in M.A.C. makeup (huh?) Niggas cant hear you talkin from the sky and only five years old see your ghost when you die, no lie karma catches up to all you head honchos 2 dome shots in that head Greseille Blanco Shit gets real though inside the Fox Hills though nigga livin that fast life and get killed slow ask wack and draws if a nigga run the streets my grandmothers prayer says you niggas are never wanted peace Los Angelos, I'm the motherfuckin King here no first 48 cause motherfuckers dont sing here [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania