Sellin D.O.P.E Lyrics
(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 fuck 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
Dead Prez Sellin D.O.P.E
