Ice Cube - True to the Game lyrics

Artist: Ice Cube
Album: Death Certificate
Song: 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

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<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

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<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 JackBut 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!