Dead Prez Sellin D.O.P.E
(Talking) Drugs upress the people every day (Chorus : Sung) Sellin dope , servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat (Verse) Aint no hope in the streets you broke you sell dope All my young nigas outside hustlin coke know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then it's ganja I've been through it done hittin nigas two for one Pullin guns out and bustin my shit too.. WHAT? I aint give a f..ck i used to get a rush when i bust my *Gunshot* Backin up my nickles in dimes, going through diffucult times Writing my life story in ryhmes But when i look at all the niggas they hit with mad time In proportion to the big king pins it dont fit You could get caught with barely half a slab and the judge sentance you like you ran the ave I aint plan to get rich from sellin that shit it was survival My game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0 but who am I? Just a young nigga caught in the mix, and if this weed dont sell im gunna kop me a brick (Chorus : Sung) x 2 It's been a minute since i've been in the game Some years back i held crack i couldnt say the same Ask my nigga Bang Double and Rawly we was troubled Got the feen spot bubblin hot, we wouldnt never make a lot I mean not like Scar Face or Neeno Brown or George Bush No matter what you push it was politics and camera tricks. very deceptive Criminalize us and foolin the collector Fo the most part we dont own no boats or planes We just cop it from poppy bag it in the celophane It's a family thing, you gotta hustle all night Yo, i seen fiends losing their brains for hard white Ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother how realistic it gets its sadistic Statistics show it's sick how we living, the one thing bigger than dope gangs is prisons One million niggas inside, over three million is tied but the president lied because the white house is the rock house Uncle Sam the pusha man This is for my people on the island. (Chorus : Sung) x 2 Sung: x2 But what we gonna do when we caught up and have to face responsibility "diss dat getto shit diss dat ghetto shit" chorus sung x 2 with this rap in background "out on the block white tee shirt, army fatigues niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez tryin to get that government cheese and the D's yell freeze seliin dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D sellin dope, you know how it beez tryin to get that government cheese and the D's yell freeze *sirens* Talahasse up in this bitch My nigga maintain, Nilrod, my nigga percent, arboul, my brother Troy locked up Houey lewy rest in peace, South riley, California, Brooklyn, Deen street, Dead Prez 9-8, get it straight, and all my family, and my whole army, get it straight