The Game;
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Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
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Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
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Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
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and still got dope, under the mattress
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It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and
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12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic"
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Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
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Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived
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Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
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Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
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Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
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Streets is mine, we gon' live forever
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Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin
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Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin
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While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
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the shells cry, every hood's anthem
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Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
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And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons
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A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
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Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers
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Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
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Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
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Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicles
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When time life is so beautiful
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Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
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We gotta die but it's okay to cry
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Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand
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I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise
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Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
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Words of Minister Farrakhan
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Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
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Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal
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Who's king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards
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watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
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More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves
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The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
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Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up
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The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
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So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta take it
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'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It"
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And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
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Shit rough we'll grind together
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Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
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So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in heaven
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Live life while we listen to my old heads
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So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
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Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
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Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang
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And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
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A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
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And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
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in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye
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Can't do it by myself, people need help
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Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days
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And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven
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Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade
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Walk Wit Me
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The Game |