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Sellin' D.o.p.e.

Drugs oppress the people every day

Sellin' dope, servin' weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat

Ain't no hope in the streets, you broke you sell dope

All my young niggaz outside hustlin' coke

Know the drama, if you ain't sellin' crack then it's ganja

I been through it dun, hittin' niggaz two for one

Pullin' guns out and bustin' my shits too

What? I ain't give a fuck

I used to get a rush when I bust mine

Backin' up my nickle and dimes

Goin' thru difficult time

Writin' my life story in rhyme

But when I look at all the niggas

They hit with mad time

In proportion' with the big kingpins it don't fit

You could get caught with barely a half a slab

And the judge sentence you like you ran the ave

I ain't plan to get rich fom 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 don't sell I'm'a cop me a brick

Sellin' dope, servin' weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat

Sellin' dope, servin' weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat

It's been a minute since I been in the game

Some years back I held crack

I couldn't say the same thing

Ask my niggas Bang Double and Rowley

We was trouble got the fiends spot bubblin' hot

We wouldn't never make a lot

I mean not like Scarface or Nino Brown

Or George Bush no matter what you push

It was politics and camera tricks

Very deceptive criminal lies

Us in fooled with the collective

For the most part we don't own no boats and planes

We just cop it from poppi bag it in the cellophane

It's a family thing you got to hustle all night

Yo I seen fiends losing they brains for hard white

Ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother

How realistic it gets, it's sadistic

Statistics show it's sick how we livin'

The one thing bigger than dope games is prisons

One million niggas inside

Over three million is tied and plus the president lied

Because the white house is the rock house

Uncle Sam the pusha man

This is for my people on the island

Sellin' dope, servin' weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat

Sellin' dope, servin' weed we had to hustle just to eat

But what we gon do when we caught up

And have to face responsibility?

(This that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)

What we gon do when we caught up

And have to face responsibility?

(This that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)

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

Sellin' 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

Tallahasee up in this bitch my nigga maintain, nimrod

My nigga percent Abu my brother Troy locked up

Hey Newton rest in peace South Rowley, California

Brooklyn, dean street Dead prez 98

Get it straight and all my family and my whole army

Get it straight

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