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 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 curve balls 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, [Incomprehensible] 
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 gotcha, 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" 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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