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We Made It
Compton's Most Wanted
2,130Hip-Hop/Rap1990
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We Made It was released on February 1, 1990 by Bump Johnson Inc. as a part of the album It's a Compton Thang!
AlbumIt's a Compton Thang!
February 1, 1990
LabelSony Music Inc.
LanguageEnglish
BPM87
Melodicness
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Valence
Danceability
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Hehe
Hey Chill, man
Remember back in '87 when the homies was chillin' at the high school?
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Yeah, you're talkin' 'bout way back then, huh?
When homies was like hangin' and bangin' back then
Couldn't face the facts
Homies was gettin' rolled on and taken out
Geah, man
I know what you're talkin' about, man
Won't you like it, kick the old school
Let me take a trip back down memory lane
To explain how I attained the name
Of a Compton criminal (Compton criminal), part time player
Fresh off the streets turned cool rhyme sayer
Had to get away from the gangs and crime
Didn't learn my lesson young, Eiht was doin' some time
For a, GTA (GTA), grand theft auto
I musta was buzzed, off the chicken bottle
Took a look at my life, how the style was goin'
I was stuck in my tracks, and, yo, it wasn't flowin'
Time went by, as my life progressed
I was handed a class 1 MC test
Could I fly straight and make it in the big- leagues?
I guess the army was out 'cause I smoked big [edited]
Took a chance and said what the hell can I loose?
Be a MC or in jail sportin' county blues
It was a rough ride, suckas clowned and gave me trouble
Heard a pimp popped, stopped, there's a busted bubble
I got dissed (Dissed), ganked, laughed, shanked, stuck
In street terms (Eiht was down on his luck)
I got deep into it, had the fools like peepin'
Word up, punk, ain't no sleepin' (Sleepin')
It's dedicated to all them sorry clowns that hated
CMW's rollin', geah (We made it)
Yo, take a chill pill (take a chill pill), Chill's about to speak, so hand a
Mike straight snatches innocent bystanders
My childhood was good, had not troubles at home
I was young in age but in the mind I was grown
Just like a outcast on my family tree
Said I'd be from a gang, and run with the E (With the E)
Jackin' and fightin' was first priority
LP lock down on a young minority
My lifestyle was based on the color of a rag
Just like a one way ticket to a body bag (Body bag)
It ain't the image I had, it's the image you get
When you don't take nothin', and you're down for the set
I had to play my cards right because my style was in cue
And prove to the suckas that Tha C ain't souped
They didn't believe, I'd turn out for the best
To come out of a hole, and come out fresh
Some still don't accept, how I came up on it
Now the only thing I claim is Compton's Most Wanted (Compton's Most Wanted)
I sized up, wised up from doin' the dirt
Get a clap, killin' suckers puttin' in work
Took the right road 'cause on the strength, I'm proud to be black
And you can't be proud if your ass is jack
If it's a doubt you can't get out, boy, save it
Tha Chill know what's up and, yo (We made it)
It's hard (It's hard), tryna make a name for yourself
And if there's suckers with beef, it really don't help
They try to knock E for the hard style that I'm givin'
Can't rap themselves so they offer criticism
Forget that, 'cause I won't come up short for nobody
Promotin' no violence, just promotin' hype parties (Parties)
It takes a lot, to be a dope rapper
It don't take jack, to be a toe-tapper (Toe-tapper)
Quite difficult, there's a lot of troubles involved
In fact, a lotta questions left unsolved
Do the right thing, forget about a G-A-N-G
'Cause you might lose your life for the S-E-T
All this dealin', killin', stealin'
To E, boy, is straight up illin'
As you can see, who gives a damn how you're livin'?
Because in this world, there's all takin' and no givin'
Word (Word), homie, I don't get it
Bangin' and slangin', claimin' that you're wit' it
I know times is hard but they ain't that hard
Think it over before the man pulls your card
You stink, why don't you rethink?
In fact, think it over while you're havin' a drink
Before you sell out, thinkin' you can't fade it
Eiht know what's up and, yo (We made it)
Now is it really (Now is it really), worth your effort and time
To put yourself to it and make a cool rhyme?
It's easier said than done, so don't get dissed
Put yo' life on the line because you're takin' a risk
Think about it, and come to a conclusion
That's how E came up with the style we're usin'
To make a party pump, better bump
And take and slay a MC chump
The message I bring is easy to adapt
Get the hell off the streets before they peel your cap
Locked down maximum, no, not minimum
Get hip to Tha C, program it in your system
Boy, I heard you jack by holdin' a gat
Come on, now tell me, what is that?
You're thinkin' (you're thinkin'), was it really right?
To take a life, who gave you the right?
Damn (Damn), this stuff is kinda funny
Possessions of dope, that's how you make your money
Tryin' to make a livin' by slingin' yayo (Yayo)
Boys on the tip, that's why you suckas got to lay low (Lay low)
In the end, who really wins, my friend?
Too late, one way ride to the pen
The streets is the only way for pay, don't even say it
'Cause Tha Chill know what's poppin' and, yo (We made it)
Hahahahaha
Peep this out
I'd like to send a shout out to my partner in rhyme, Tha Chill MC
Word 'em up, homie
Hey yo, I'm gonna send this out to the downest, the MC Eiht
CMW
We made it
And we outta here
Peace out
Written by: David Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Julien Mazura, Khalid Filali & Caitlin Simpson

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