True to the Game


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, 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

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


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!


Inne teksty tego wykonawcy:


We Be Clubbin' We Be Clubbin' (Clark World Remix)
Who Are You Lovin 24 MC Hours
Can You Bounce Gotta Be Insanity
Record Company Pimpin' Roll All Day
Supreme Hustle The Nigga Of The Century
A Gangsta's Fairytale AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted
Get Off My Dick and Tell Yo Bitch to Come Here I'm Only Out for One Thang
It's A Man's World Once Upon a Time in the Projects
Rollin' Wit the Lench Mob Tales From the Darkside
The Bomb The Nigga Ya Love to Hate
Turn Off the Radio What They Hittin' Foe?
Who's the Mack? You Can't Fade Me
Alive On Arrival Color Blind
Doing Dumb Shit Horny Little Devil
I Wanna Kill Sam Look Who's Burning
Man's Best Friend Steady Mobbin
True to the Game Us
Wrong Nigga to Fuck Wit It Was a Good Day
Wicked Check Yo Self
Dirty Mack Don't Trust Em
Gangsta Fairytale 2 It Was a Good Day
Now I Gotta Wet'Cha Say Hi To The Bad Guy
The Predator We Had To Tear This Muthafucka Up
When Will They Shoot? Who Got the Camera?
Wicked Bop Gun (One Nation)
Cave Bitch Down For Whatever
Enemy Ghetto Bird
Lil Ass Gee Make It Ruff Make It Smooth
The Shot What Can I Do?
You Know How We Do It Bop Gun (One Nation)
Ask About Me Cash Over
Extradition Fuck Dying
Ghetto Vet Greed
If I Was Fucking You Penitentiary
Pushin' Weight The Peckin' Order
Three Strikes You In 24 MC Hours
Can You Bounce Gotta Be Insanity
Hello Mental Warfare
Pimp Homeo Record Company Pimpin'
Roll All Day Supreme Hustle
The Gutter Shit Until We Rich
You Ain't Gotta Lie Ta Kick It You Can Do It
24 Wit An L Dead Homiez
Friday Higher
Jackin For Beats Make It Ruff
My Skin Is My Sin Pushin Weight Remix
Right Here, Right Now! The Product
The World Is Mine Today Was A Good Day (Remix)
U Ain't Gonna Take My Life



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