Ice Cube: True to the game

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, 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] 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 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!