Testo See No Evil

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...
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]
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]