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True To The Game

Aey, yeah you, motherfucker

You know who I'm talkin' to

Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed

Your homeboys and you ain't shit

Yeah, you about to get your motherfuckin'

Ghetto pass revoked motherfucker

Punk-ass Mark, bitch-made, punk-ass trick in a basket

You got caught up in the mix

It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song

So what really goes on

Nothin' but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch

They hate to see a young nigga rich

But I refuse to switch even though

'Cause I can't move to the snow

'Cause soon as y'all get some dough

Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow

Movin' out your neighborhood

But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good

Little kids jumpin' on me

But you, you wanna be white and corny

Living way out

"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house

Tryin' to be white or a Jew

But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?

Get the hell out, stop bein' an uncle Tom

You little sell-out, house nigga scum

Give somethin' back to the place

Where you made it from

Before you end up broke

Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked

I ain't sayin' no names, you know who you are

You little punk, be true to the game

Yeah, motherfucker

Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?

Yeah, get a little money

And moves out the neighborhood and shit

But you still ain't shit

When you first start rhymin'

It started off slow and then you start climbin'

But it wasn't fast enough I guess

So you gave your other style a test

You was hardcore hip-hop

Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped

Givin' our music away to the mainstream

Don't you know they ain't down with the team

They just sent they boss over

Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over

On MTV but they don't care

They'll have a new nigga next year

You out in the cold

No more white fans and no more soul

And you might have a heart attack

When you find out the black folks don't want you back

And you know what's worse?

You was just like the nigga in the first verse

Stop sellin' out your race

And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face

Niggas always gotta show their teeth

Now I'm a be brief be true to the game

Yeah motherfucker, I see you got your fancy cars and shit

But you know what, you still ain't shit

That's right, I caught you slippin'

You know I could've gat you

Yeah, but I didn't even trip

A message to the Oreo cookie

Find a mirror and take a look, G

Do you like what you see?

But you're quick to point the finger at me

You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy

Black man can't be no yuppie

You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes

You don't associate with the Negroes

You wanna be just like Jack

But Jack is callin' you a nigga behind your back

So back off genius

I don't need you to correct my broken English

You know that's right you ain't white

So stop holdin' your ass tight

'Cause you can't pass

So why you keep tryin' to pass with your black ass?

Mister big

But in reality, you're shorter than a midge

You only got yourself to blame

Get a grip, Oreo and be true to the game

And Ice Cube practices what he preaches

He continues to live in South Central, Los Angeles

And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood

Be true to the game

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