True To The Game

Artist：ice cube

Songs Title：true to the game

Its the ni**a ya love to hate with a new song

So what really goes on

Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a b**ch

They hate to see a young ni**a rich

But I refuse to switch even though

Cause I can't move to the snow

Cause soon as yall get some dough

Ya wanna put a white b**ch 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 ni**a scum

Give something back to the place where you made it from

Before you end up broke

F**k 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

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

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 ni**a 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 whats worse?

You was just like the ni**a in the first verse

Stop selling out your race

And wipe that stupid-a** smile off your face

Niggas always gotta show they teeth

Now I'm a be brief

Be true to the game

Break

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 ni**a behind your back

So back off genius

I don't need you to correct my broken english

You know thats right

You ain't white

So stop holding your a** tight

Cause you can't pass

So why you keep trying to pass?

With your black a**

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

Be true to the game!