| <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
 
 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!
 
 
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