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TRUE TO THE GAME
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TRUE TO THE GAME,
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You know who Im talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you aint
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...>
Its the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but aint that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I cant move to the snow
Cause soon as yall get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavors 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 aint 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 aint shit...>
When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasnt 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
Dont you know they aint 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 dont care
Theyll 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 dont want you back
And you know whats 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 Im a be brief
Be true to the game
Break
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still aint shit
Thats right, I caught you slipping
You know I couldve gat you
Yeah, but I didnt even trip...>
A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see?
But youre quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man cant be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You dont 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 dont need you to correct my broken english
You know thats right
You aint white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you cant pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, youre 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!
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<ay, yeah you, motherfucker You know who Im talking to Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you aint 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...> Its the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing but a come-up, but aint that a bitch They hate to see a young nigga rich But I refuse to switch even though Cause I cant move to the snow Cause soon as yall get some dough Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow Moving out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto and the flavors 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 aint 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 aint shit...> When you first start rhyming It started off slow and then you start climbing But it wasnt 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 Dont you know they aint 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 dont care Theyll 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 dont want you back And you know whats 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 Im 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 aint shit Thats right, I caught you slipping You know I couldve gat you Yeah, but I didnt even trip...> A message to the oreo cookie Find a mirror and take a look, g Do you like what you see? But youre quick to point the finger at me You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy Black man cant be no yuppie You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes You dont 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 dont need you to correct my broken english You know thats right You aint white So stop holding your ass tight Cause you cant pass So why you keep trying to pass? With your black ass Mister big But in reality, youre 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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