You know who I'm talking toYeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain'tShitYeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,MotherfuckerPunk-ass mark, bitch-madePunk-ass trick in a basketYou got caught up in the mix
It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new songSo what really goes onNothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitchThey hate to see a young nigga richBut I refuse to switch even thoughCause I can't move to the snowCause soon as y'all get some doughYa wanna put a white bitch on your elbowMoving out your neighborhoodBut I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's goodLittle kids jumping on meBut you, you wanna be white and cornyLiving way out"Nigger 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 brokeFuck around and get your ghetto pass revokedI ain't saying no names, you know who you areYou little punk, be true to the game
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shitBut you still ain't shit
When you first start rhymingIt started off slow and then you start climbingBut it wasn't 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 mainstreamDon't you know they ain't down with the teamThey just sent they boss overPut a bug in your ear and now you crossed overOn MTV but they don't careThey'll 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 don't want you backAnd you know what's 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 I'm a be briefBe true to the game
I see you got your fancy cars and shitBut you know what?You still ain't shitThat's right, I caught you slippingYou know I could've gat youYeah, but I didn't even trip
A message to the oreo cookieFind a mirror and take a look, GDo you like what you see?But you're quick to point the finger at meYou wanna be the big fish, you little guppyBlack man can't be no yuppieYou put on your suit and tie and your big clothesYou don't associate with the NegroesYou wanna be just like JackBut Jack is calling you a nigga behind your backSo back off geniusI don't need you to correct my broken EnglishYou know that's rightYou ain't whiteSo stop holding your ass tightCause you can't passSo why you keep trying to pass?With your black assMister BigBut in reality, you're shorter than a midgeYou only got yourself to blameGet a grip, oreo and be true to the game
He continues to live in South Central Los AngelesAnd he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood
Be true to the game!