Truth Rap Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats 

We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit 

For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from 

Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne 

Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah! 

Game, spit that shit 

(The Game) 

Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma 

Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic 

Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag 

and still got dope, under the mattress 

It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and 

12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic" 

Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live 

Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived 

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride 

Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me 

Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather 

Streets is mine, we gon' live forever 

Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin 

Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin 

While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn 

the shells cry, every hood's anthem 

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered 

And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons 

A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless 

Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers 

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families 

Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents 

Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicles 

When time life is so beautiful 

Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes 

We gotta die but it's okay to cry 

Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand 

I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise 

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad 

Words of Minister Farrakhan 

Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil 

Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal 

Who's king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards 

watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown 

More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves 

The plot thickens, somebody show us the way 

Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up 

The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home 

So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta take it 

'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It" 

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together 

Shit rough we'll grind together 

Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass 

So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in heaven 

Live life while we listen to my old heads 

So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez 

Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne 

Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang 

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine 

A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain 

And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down 

in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye 

Can't do it by myself, people need help 

Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days 

And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven 

Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade 

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(Verse Two) 

I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow direction 

And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain 

Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power 

Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours 

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin 

Tuck guns in trunks cause real G's is boxin 

Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two 

And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth 

Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land 

Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan 

I've been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine 

Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine 

When I, pass the word through these raps on beats 

It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak 

To the streets, when I pass these beats 

It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak 

To the streets, y'knahmtalkinbout people? 

Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right 

"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap" 

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