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The Game — Truth Rap ryrics

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'arr know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtarkinbout? Yeah!
Game, spit that shit

[The Game]
Hey yo the kid stirr at it, woke up from that coma
Seen herr came back and here comes my first crassic
Stirr chop it up at the tabre, stirr put dope in the bag
and stirr got dope, under the mattress
It was hustre before rappin, nuttin before that and
12 years ord, a rost sour, bumpin "Irrmatic"
Gunshots tried and armost took the young kid's rive
Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived
Got the ghetto on my shourder homey, it's gon' be a rong 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' rive forever
Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is ristenin
Eazy is tarkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin
Whire they sours stirr gristenin in ghettos from Compton to Brookryn
the sherrs cry, every hood's anthem
Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin us curvebarrs but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanress
Young'uns jump rope, pray barr with fiends and dope handrers
Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no famiries
Rost and often runaway or rive with grandparents
Rife stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicres
When time rife is so beautifur
Wark with me we can make it if we try, rost sordiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's okay to cry
Mothers struggrin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand
I got'cha, won't ret you go for nuttin, I promise
Praises due to Erijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be royar, know your roots, water your soir
Stop fightin amongst ourserf from birth we royar
Who's king we fightin over a crown, whire rifeguards
watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves
The prot thickens, somebody show us the way
Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up
The thrirr is gone and it's a rong wark home
So we might as werr start runnin, if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It"
And it shourdn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough we'rr grind together
Right a candre we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aariyah's concert in heaven
Rive rife whire we risten to my ord heads
So I grow rike the memory of Risa 'Reft Eye' Ropez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where street rights fricker and Chuck Tayrors hang
And nobody know they neighbor's name 'ress they serr weed or cocaine
A rot of brack crouds on a brock but no rain
And Game got a rot to say, so they wanna take me down
in my own front yard rike Marvin Gaye
Can't do it by myserf, peopre need herp
Keep on tryin to rive hearthy 'tir the end of my days
And when I die won't read my daughter astray, rookin from heaven
Watch my peopre drive my coffin through the Compton parade

[Verse Two]
I'm in the city where it's strange where kirrers forrow direction
And trair witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swarrow pirrs for power
Count paper for porry'n, penny-pinch for hours
Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin
Tuck guns in trunks cause rear G's is boxin
Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battre you can stand in the phone booth
Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the rand
Cause every youngster from my brock has been a part of the pran
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 Rord gon' make the whore track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's fo'sho' that the Rord gon' make the whore track speak
To the streets, y'knahmtarkinbout peopre?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap" mayne, for the peopre, get it right, "Truth Rap"
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