The Game - Truth Rap Lyrics
Yeah, Big Spit, It's That Bay Area Game, Sean T BeatsWe Feedin The Underground With This Yay Area Tycoon ShitFor My Nigga Jt Fig', Y'all Know Where It Come FromNever Forget It, That Bay Area Shit MayneY'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah!Game, Spit That Shit[the Game]Hey Yo The Kid Still At It, Woke Up From That ComaSeen Hell Came Back And Here Comes My First ClassicStill Chop It Up At The Table, Still Put Dope In The BagAnd Still Got Dope, Under The MattressIt Was Hustle Before Rappin, Nuttin Before That And12 Years Old, A Lost Soul, Bumpin "illmatic"Gunshots Tried And Almost Took The Young Kid's LiveCan't Do It I Been Through It The Young Kid SurvivedGot The Ghetto On My Shoulder Homey, It's Gon' Be A Long RideBear With Me, I'ma Take You There With MeShow You How The Sun Shine In One Rhyme, No More Stormy WeatherStreets Is Mine, We Gon' Live ForeverGet It Together 'pac Is Watchin, Big Is ListeninEazy Is Talkin To Us, Big Pun Is WitnessinWhile They Souls Still Glistenin In Ghettos From Compton To BrooklynThe Shells Cry, Every Hood's AnthemWhere Everybody Goes To Church And Prayers Are Never AnsweredAnd They Throwin Us Curveballs But We Hank AaronsA Picture With No Canvas, Streets Are So SkanlessYoung'uns Jump Rope, Play Ball With Fiends And Dope HandlersTeenage Mothers, Deadbeat Fathers, No FamiliesLost And Often Runaway Or Live With GrandparentsLife Stories With No Authors, See It Through, {?} Robinson's CubiclesWhen Time Life Is So BeautifulWalk With Me We Can Make It If We Try, Lost Soldiers SometimesWe Gotta Die But It's Okay To CryMothers Strugglin Tryin To Survive, Reach Out Grab My HandI Got'cha, Won't Let You Go For Nuttin, I PromisePraises Due To Elijah Muhammad, Peace Be Unto Farad MuhammadWords Of Minister FarrakhanBeen True, Be Loyal, Know Your Roots, Water Your SoilStop Fightin Amongst Ourself From Birth We RoyalWho's King We Fightin Over A Crown, While LifeguardsWatch The Hopes And Dreams Of Kids And Young Teens DrownMore Infants Bein Born With Aids, More Parents Mournin GravesThe Plot Thickens, Somebody Show Us The WayTears Crackin The Pavement, Streets Breakin UpThe Thrill Is Gone And It's A Long Walk HomeSo 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 TogetherShit Rough We'll Grind TogetherLight A Candle We Can Shine Forever Or I Can PassSo I Won't Miss Aaliyah's Concert In HeavenLive Life While We Listen To My Old HeadsSo I Glow Like The Memory Of Lisa 'left Eye' LopezThrough A Six-seven Brougham, Ride With Me Through The Hood MayneWhere Street Lights Flicker And Chuck Taylors HangAnd Nobody Know They Neighbor's Name 'less They Sell Weed Or CocaineA Lot Of Black Clouds On A Block But No RainAnd Game Got A Lot To Say, So They Wanna Take Me DownIn My Own Front Yard Like Marvin GayeCan't Do It By Myself, People Need HelpKeep On Tryin To Live Healthy 'til The End Of My DaysAnd When I Die Won't Lead My Daughter Astray, Lookin From HeavenWatch My People Drive My Coffin Through The Compton Parade[verse Two]I'm In The City Where It's Strange Where Killers Follow DirectionAnd Trail Witness Protection To Get A Shot At They BrainWhere The Babies Carry Semis And Swallow Pills For PowerCount Paper For Polly'n, Penny-pinch For HoursTake Sacks From Cowards When The Streets Is WatchinTuck Guns In Trunks Cause Real G's Is BoxinAin't No Other Options If You Stand On Your Own TwoAnd If You Came To Battle You Can Stand In The Phone BoothCause We Don't Wear Capes In This Part Of The LandCause Every Youngster From My Block Has Been A Part Of The PlanI've Been Trainin Since Eighty-seven And Famous Since Eighty-nineTeaching Came From The Nation, My Spirit Is From DivineWhen I, Pass The Word Through These Raps On BeatsIt's Fo'sho' That The Lord Gon' Make The Whole Track SpeakTo The Streets, When I Pass These BeatsIt's Fo'sho' That The Lord Gon' Make The Whole Track SpeakTo 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"
