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letra de mad nigga - menace clan

[verse 1]

he was born on the outskirts of watts
father was a crackhead, momma did shots of heroin
a crack baby—will he live? maybe
he did, another kid born on the county now
finally, he got old enough to get put on the hood
and in the circle of n-ggas he stood
now he’s down as baby loc on the set
and all the og homies in the hood give him respect
the newest n-gga on the set best’ve put in work
a badder n-gga, keep a nine under his khaki shirt
it’s ’cause he’s warm, he’s always armed
the law’s arms ain’t long еnough
juvenile hall is the mall
you ain’t f-ckin’ with \[?]
this kid’s a k!llеr, career criminal
born in the \[?]
\[?] to jack b-tches for county checks
i bet he started slangin’ rocks, then the hood got popped
so he ran up in a different spot and almost got shot
now he’s standin’ on the corner, thinkin’ ’bout some ends
ain’t the type of n-gga to be beggin’ from his friends
n-ggas live in h-ll, devils live in lavish
he did the mathematics and it came to 2-11
cash flow the equivalent, he prays on innocents
old white lady drivin’ a mercedes with the windows cracked
jack move ain’t the word, \[?] heard the b-tch screaming
it happened so quickly, n0body positively id’d him
back to the shadows goes a mad n-gga
and i’m p-ssed off right about now
[verse 2]

he never went to school, he never went to church
he ran away from home and n0body cared to search
now he’s older, bolder, a tattoo on his shoulder
respect on the street, tryin’ to make ends meet
and he’s thinkin’ of a master plan
it ain’t nothin’ but a tec inside his hand
a man finna go crazy, \[?]
probably a robbery,”stickin’ ’em up, put your hands up!”
by a young n-gga who needs to pull his pants up
stands up on his two feet and hit the street
the patrol is set, \[?]
lookin’ through the front page
k!llin’, willin’ to die but ain’t willin’ to run
stickin’ guns in crackers’ mouths
keep ’em comin’ out their pocket
the cops can’t stop it, this n-gga can’t stop it
pull the hammer back and c-ck it
it’s the shock of your life
america’s nightmare, a mad n-gga
and i’m p-ssed off right about now

[verse 3]

he cried on the outskirts of watts
he lied on the outskirts of watts
proud on the outskirts of watts
the n-gga died on the outskirts of watts
now the homies miss him
they write “rest in peace” on the wall
pour out some 8 ball for the dead homie
he was the one and only
but there’s n-ggas born like him every day
i see it every day in south central l.a
i pray to god help, my n-ggas and myself
i might just say we need some mental health
we got black-on-black crime at the wrong time
remember 4/29/92 goin’ to normandy
comin’ to a corner near you
cracker creepin’ through your area, mass hysteria
led by a motherf-ckin’ menace clan
a mad n-gga
and i’m p-ssed off right about now

- menace clan

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