True To The Game Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

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... 

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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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Break 

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 

Break 

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 jack 

But 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!