True to the Game (Clean Edit)

[Intro]

Smooth

Yep

Smooth

[Verse 1]

It's the brotha ya love to hate with a new song

So what really goes on?

Nothin' but a come-up, but ain't that a trip

They hate to see a young brotha 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 trick 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

"Fool go home", spray-painted on your house

Trying to be a devil, that's true

But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?

Get thе hell out

Stop being, a Uncle Tom, you littlе sell-out

House n---- scum

Give something back to the place where you made it from

Before you end up broke

Mess 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

[Interlude]

Yeah, you ain't nothin' busta, you know that?

I was thinkin' about gettin' you the other day

But I said, "Nah"

You know, I knew you grew up in the hood and everything

But you don't come back no more, homie

Thinkin' about takin' you out, that's real

[Verse 2]

When you first start rhyming, it started off slow

But 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 ya crossed over

On MTV, but they don't care

They'll have a new n---- next year

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 sucker in the first verse

Stop sellin' out ya race

And wipe that stupid lookin' smile off your face

Blacks always gotta show they teeth

Now I'ma be brief, be true to the game

[Interlude]

Look at you, man

Used to be cock diesel now pop goes the weasel

I always knew you was a mark, that's on the real, homie

Used to be hardcore, now you just went off

It's like they said:

Give a dog a bone and watch him go fetch

You went out like a bad knee, fool

[Verse 3]

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 monkey 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 butt tight

'Cause you can't pass

So why you keep trying to pass?

Black as a mutha (Yo, hold up, loc)

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

[Outro]

Yeah

Yo, I wanna say 'What's up' to all the brothas that's true to the game

Lench Mob, WC and the Maad Circle, KAM, Cypress Hill, Ice Cube

That's how we doin' it in '92

Fool, be true to the game