True to The Game Lyrics  by Ice Cube  Aey, yeah you,
motherfucker You know who I'm talkin' to Yeah, you that
motherfucker that betrayed Your homeboys and you ain't shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfuckin' 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 Nothin' 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  Movin' out your neighborhood But I walk
through the ghetto and the flavor's good Little kids jumpin' on
me But you, you wanna be white and corny Living way out "Nigger
go home" spray-painted on your house Tryin' to be white or a Jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?  Get the hell
out, stop bein' an uncle Tom You little sell-out, house nigga
scum Give somethin' back to the place Where