Текст (слова) песни: Dead Prez - Sellin D. O. P. E.

Drugs oppress the people every day

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

Aint no hope in the streets, you broke you sell dope

All my young niggaz outside hustlin coke

Know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then its ganja

I been through it dun, hittin niggaz two for one

Pullin guns out and bustin my shits too

What? I aint 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 king pins it dont fit

You could get caught with barely a half a slab

And the judge sentence you like you ran the ave

I aint 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 dont sell ima 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

Its been a minute snce I been in the game

Some years back I held crack

I couldnt say the same thing

Ask my niggas bang double and rowley

We was trouble got the fiends spot bubbling hot

We wouldnt 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 dont own no boats and planes

We just cop it from poppi

Bag it in the cellophane

Its 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 its sadistic

Statistics show its 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 ds 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 ds yell freeze

Tallahasee up in this bitch

My nigga maintain, nimrod

My nigga percent, abu

My brother troy locked up

Huey 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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