True To The Game

<Ay, yeah you, motherfucker You know who I`m talking to Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain`t shit Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking 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 Nothing 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 Moving out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor`s good Little kids jumping on me But you, you wanna be white and corny Living way out "Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house Trying to be White or a Jew But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? Get the hell out Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out House nigga scum Give something 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 saying no names, you know who you are You little punk, be true to the game [BREAK] <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 rhyming It started off slow and then you start climbing 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 Giving 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 selling out your race And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face Niggas always gotta show they teeth Now I`m a be brief Be true to the game [BREAK] <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 slipping 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 calling 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 holding your ass tight Cause you can`t pass So why you keep trying 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!