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    GAME, THE

    Untold Story: Volume II 2005 ©

    Truth Rap

    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


    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


    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"

    2005 ©




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