paroles de chanson Truth Rap - Game
Yeah,
big
spit,
it's
that
Bay
Area
game,
Sean
T
beats
We
feedin'
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,
man
Y'all
know
what
I'm
talkin'
'bout?
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',
nothin'
before
that
and
Twelve
years
old,
a
lost
soul,
bumpin'
"Illmatic"
Gunshots
tried
and
almost
took
the
young
kid's
life
Can't
do
it,
I
been
through
it,
the
young
kid
survived
Got
the
ghetto
on
my
shoulder
homie,
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,
yeah
Robinson's
cubicles
With
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
nothin',
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"
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,
man
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'all
know
what
I'm
talkin'
'bout
people
Make
the
track
speak,
"Truth
Rap,"
get
it
right
"Truth
Rap"
man,
for
the
people,
get
it
right,
"Truth
Rap"
1 SLOe MOe INTROe
2 Walk Thru the Sky
3 Troublesome
4 F**k Wit Me
5 Business Never Personal
6 For My Gangstaz
7 I'm a Mobsta
8 Drop Ya Thangz
9 We Are the Hustlaz
10 Truth Rap
11 Born and Raised Compton
12 Eat Ya Beats Alive
13 Money Over Bitches
14 The Game Get Live
15 Just the Beginning
16 SLOe MOe OUTROe
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