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Yeah, big spit, it´s that Bay Area game, Sean T beats <br />We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit <br />For my nigga JT Fig´, y´all know where it come from <br />Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne <br />Y´knahmtalkinbout? Yeah! <br />Game, spit that shit <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma <br />Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic <br />Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag <br />and still got dope, under the mattress <br />It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and <br />12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic" <br />Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid´s live <br />Can´t do it I been through it the young kid survived <br />Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it´s gon´ be a long ride <br />Bear with me, I´ma take you there with me <br />Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather <br />Streets is mine, we gon´ live forever <br />Get it together ´Pac is watchin, Big is listenin <br />Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin <br />While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn <br />the shells cry, every hood´s anthem <br />Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered <br />And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons <br />A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless <br />Young´uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers <br />Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families <br />Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents <br />Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson´s cubicles <br />When time life is so beautiful <br />Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes <br />We gotta die but it´s okay to cry <br />Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand <br />I got´cha, won´t let you go for nuttin, I promise <br />Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad <br />Words of Minister Farrakhan <br />Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil <br />Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal <br />Who´s king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards <br />watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown <br />More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves <br />The plot thickens, somebody show us the way <br />Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up <br />The thrill is gone and it´s a long walk home <br />So we might as well start runnin, if it´s there gotta take it <br />´Member Jada said "We Gon´ Make It" <br />And it shouldn´t take 9/11 to bring our minds together <br />Shit rough we´ll grind together <br />Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass <br />So I won´t miss Aaliyah´s concert in heaven <br />Live life while we listen to my old heads <br />So I glow like the memory of Lisa ´Left Eye´ Lopez <br />Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne <br />Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang <br />And nobody know they neighbor´s name ´less they sell weed or cocaine <br />A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain <br />And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down <br />in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye <br />Can´t do it by myself, people need help <br />Keep on tryin to live healthy ´til the end of my days <br />And when I die won´t lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven <br />Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade <br /> <br />[Verse Two] <br />I´m in the city where it´s strange where killers follow direction <br />And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain <br />Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power <br />Count paper for polly´n, penny-pinch for hours <br />Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin <br />Tuck guns in trunks cause real G´s is boxin <br />Ain´t no other options if you stand on your own two <br />And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth <br />Cause we don´t wear capes in this part of the land <br />Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan <br />I´ve been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine <br />Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine <br />When I, pass the word through these raps on beats <br />It´s fo´sho´ that the Lord gon´ make the whole track speak <br />To the streets, when I pass these beats <br />It´s fo´sho´ that the Lord gon´ make the whole track speak <br />To the streets, y´knahmtalkinbout people? <br />Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right <br />"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"
New song lyrics
Yeah, big spit, it´s that Bay Area game, Sean T beats <br />We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit <br />For my nigga JT Fig´, y´all know where it come from <br />Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne <br />Y´knahmtalkinbout? Yeah! <br />Game, spit that shit <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma <br />Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic <br />Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag <br />and still got dope, under the mattress <br />It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and <br />12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic" <br />Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid´s live <br />Can´t do it I been through it the young kid survived <br />Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it´s gon´ be a long ride <br />Bear with me, I´ma take you there with me <br />Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather <br />Streets is mine, we gon´ live forever <br />Get it together ´Pac is watchin, Big is listenin <br />Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin <br />While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn <br />the shells cry, every hood´s anthem <br />Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered <br />And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons <br />A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless <br />Young´uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers <br />Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families <br />Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents <br />Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson´s cubicles <br />When time life is so beautiful <br />Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes <br />We gotta die but it´s okay to cry <br />Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand <br />I got´cha, won´t let you go for nuttin, I promise <br />Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad <br />Words of Minister Farrakhan <br />Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil <br />Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal <br />Who´s king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards <br />watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown <br />More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves <br />The plot thickens, somebody show us the way <br />Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up <br />The thrill is gone and it´s a long walk home <br />So we might as well start runnin, if it´s there gotta take it <br />´Member Jada said "We Gon´ Make It" <br />And it shouldn´t take 9/11 to bring our minds together <br />Shit rough we´ll grind together <br />Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass <br />So I won´t miss Aaliyah´s concert in heaven <br />Live life while we listen to my old heads <br />So I glow like the memory of Lisa ´Left Eye´ Lopez <br />Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne <br />Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang <br />And nobody know they neighbor´s name ´less they sell weed or cocaine <br />A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain <br />And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down <br />in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye <br />Can´t do it by myself, people need help <br />Keep on tryin to live healthy ´til the end of my days <br />And when I die won´t lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven <br />Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade <br /> <br />[Verse Two] <br />I´m in the city where it´s strange where killers follow direction <br />And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain <br />Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power <br />Count paper for polly´n, penny-pinch for hours <br />Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin <br />Tuck guns in trunks cause real G´s is boxin <br />Ain´t no other options if you stand on your own two <br />And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth <br />Cause we don´t wear capes in this part of the land <br />Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan <br />I´ve been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine <br />Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine <br />When I, pass the word through these raps on beats <br />It´s fo´sho´ that the Lord gon´ make the whole track speak <br />To the streets, when I pass these beats <br />It´s fo´sho´ that the Lord gon´ make the whole track speak <br />To the streets, y´knahmtalkinbout people? <br />Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right <br />"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"
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