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 ^!$$%
In a coma five days, life of a thug ^!$$%

Momma ain't show, grandma almost plugged the ^!$$%

Used to pull the gun out, just because of cuz ^!$$%s

Five shots to the head cause im a blood ^!$$%
Nothin brewing but soo(wooing) where the $#&@ im 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

$#&@ fat burger we cooking that real beef
Momma's mourning they son im talking real grief


Real funerals and lost juveninals
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 (capeesh)
Im sayin..

Stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a ^!$$% arms, now a caskets what he lay in
Compton streets raised me

Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy

Cause you see no evil

?
You want to see tomorrow
You promise not to tell


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?

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 thats been watered down ever since my first chopper blast
But $#&@ 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, resitation 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 sonic's of gun fire

The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye

Cause you see no evil

?
You want to see tomorrow
You promise not to tell


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?

You wanna go to Compton ^!$$%? I'll take you there