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!