Dead prez - Sellin' D.O.P.E. (Album Version) lyrics

Drugs Oppress the People Everyday

Selling dope, serving 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 niggas outside hustling coke
Know the drama if you ain’t selling crack
Then it’s ganja i’ve been through it, dun
Hitting niggas two for one
Pulling guns out and busting
My shit's too what?
I ain’t give a fuck i used to
Get a rush when I bust mine
Bagging up my nickels and dime, going through
Difficult time
Writing my life’s story in rhyme
But when I look at all the
Niggas they hit with mad time
In proportion to 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 planned to get rich from
Selling 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'ma cop me a brick

Selling dope, serving weed we had
To hustle to hustle just to eat
Selling dope, serving weed
(Selling weed) we had to hustle just to eat

It’s been a minute since I’ve been
In the game some years
Back, I held crack I couldn't
Say the same thing
Ask my nigga Bang Double in
Raleigh we was trouble
Got the fiends’ spot bubbling hot
We wouldn't never make
A lot I mean, not like Scarface or Nino Brown
Or George Bush no matter what you pushed
It was politics and camera tricks
Very deceptive
Criminalize us and fooling the collective
For the most part
We don't own no boats and planes
We just cop it from papi
Bag it in the cellophane
It’s a family thing you got
To 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 it’s sadistic
Statistics show it’s sick how we living
The one thing bigger than
Dope games 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 Pusherman
This is for my people on the island

Selling dope, serving weed we had
To hustle to hustle just to eat
Selling dope, serving weed
(Selling weed) we had to hustle just to eat

But what we gonna do when we’re caught up
And have to face responsibility?
(This that ghetto shit this that ghetto shit)
What we gonna do when we’re caught up
And have to face responsibility?
(This that ghetto shit this that ghetto shit)

Selling dope, serving weed we had
To hustle to hustle just to eat
Selling dope, serving weed
(Selling weed) we had to hustle just to eat

Out on the block, white t-shirt
Army fatigues
Niggas hold crack in their mouth
Watching for D’s selling dope
You know how it beez trying to get
That government cheese and the
D's yell freeze

Tallahassee up in this bitch my nigga
Maintain, NIMROD my nigga Percent, abu my
Brother Troy locked up huey Newton, rest
In peace south Raleigh, California, Brooklyn
Dean Street dead prez '98 get
It straight and all
My family and my whole army get it straight