Ice Cube - True To The Game Lyrics
<ay, yeah you, mother*****erYou know who Im talking toYeah, you that mother*****er that betrayed your homeboys and you aintShitYeah, you about to get your mother*****ing ghetto pass revoked,Mother*****erPunk-ass mark, *****-madePunk-ass trick in a basketYou got caught up in the mix...>Its the nigga ya love to hate with a new songSo what really goes onNothing but a come-up, but aint that a *****They hate to see a young nigga richBut I refuse to switch even thoughCause I cant move to the snowCause soon as yall get some doughYa wanna put a white ***** on your elbowMoving out your neighborhoodBut I walk through the ghetto and the flavors goodLittle kids jumping on meBut you, you wanna be white and cornyLiving way outNigger go home spray-painted on your houseTrying to be white or a jewBut ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?Get the hell outStop being an uncle tom, you little sell-outHouse nigga scumGive something back to the place where you made it fromBefore you end up broke***** around and get your ghetto pass revokedI aint saying no names, you know who you areYou little punk, be true to the gameBreak<yeah, mother*****erYeah, you thought we forgot, huh?Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shitBut you still aint shit...>When you first start rhymingIt started off slow and then you start climbingBut it wasnt fast enough I guessSo you gave your other style a testYou was hardcore hip-hopNow look at yourself, boy you done flip-floppedGiving our music away to the mainstreamDont you know they aint down with the teamThey just sent they boss overPut a bug in your ear and now you crossed overOn mtv but they dont careTheyll have a new nigga next yearYou out in the coldNo more white fans and no more soulAnd you might have a heart attackWhen you find out the black folks dont want you backAnd you know whats worse?You was just like the nigga in the first verseStop selling out your raceAnd wipe that stupid-ass smile off your faceNiggas always gotta show they teethNow Im a be briefBe true to the gameBreak<yeah mother*****erI see you got your fancy cars and shitBut you know what?You still aint shitThats right, I caught you slippingYou know I couldve gat youYeah, but I didnt even trip...>A message to the oreo cookieFind a mirror and take a look, gDo you like what you see?But youre quick to point the finger at meYou wanna be the big fish, you little guppyBlack man cant be no yuppieYou put on your suit and tie and your big clothesYou dont associate with the negroesYou wanna be just like jackBut jack is calling you a nigga behind your backSo back off geniusI dont need you to correct my broken englishYou know thats rightYou aint whiteSo stop holding your ass tightCause you cant passSo why you keep trying to pass?With your black assMister bigBut in reality, youre shorter than a midgeYou only got yourself to blameGet a grip, oreo and be true to the game<and ice cube practices what he preachesHe continues to live in south central los angelesAnd he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>Be true to the game!
