<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...>.