
Date of issue: 28.10.2006
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Truth Rap (Featuring Sean T, The Game) |
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 homie, it’s gon' be a long ride |
Bear with me, I’mma 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» |
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How We Do ft. 50 Cent | 2004 |
Party We Will Throw Now! ft. Nate Dogg, The Game | 2012 |
Ali Bomaye ft. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross | 2011 |
Westside Story ft. 50 Cent | 2004 |
Neighborhood Supa Stars (featuring JT The Bigga Figga) ft. JT The Bigga Figga | 2002 |
El Chapo ft. Skrillex | 2016 |
California Vacation | 2005 |
Martians Vs Goblins ft. Lil Wayne, Tyler, The Creator | 2010 |
With the Shit (feat. JT The Bigga Figga & Cellski) ft. JT The Bigga Figga, Cellski | 2011 |
Eazy ft. The Game | 2022 |
Put You On The Game | 2004 |
One Night | 2005 |
Red Nation ft. Lil Wayne | 2010 |
Just Another Day ft. Asia Bryant | 2015 |
Dreams | 2004 |
Too Much | 2005 |
Money | 2007 |
Let's Ride | 2005 |