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Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit
Yeah, Game, spit that shit

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
Seen came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, put dope in the bag
And got dope, under the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, take you there with me
you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is
While they souls glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The cry, every hood's anthem

Where everybody to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Aarons
A with no canvas, streets are so skanless
jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
Robinson's cubicles, time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
Mothers tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water soil
Stop amongst ourself from birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, parents mournin' graves
The thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets up
The thrill is gone and a long walk home
So we might as well runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, "We make it"

And it take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, grind together
Light a candle we can shine or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's in Heaven

Live life while we to my old heads
So I like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own front yard like Marvin

Can't do it by myself, people help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my
And when I die lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin the Compton parade

I'm in the where it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow for power
Count paper for polly'n, for hours

sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other if you stand on your own two
And if you to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

'Cause we wear capes in this part of the land
every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is divine

When I, pass the word these raps on beats
It's fo' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these
It's fo' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the

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