Artist: Dead Prez Album: Slam soundtrack Song: Sellin D.O.P.E. Typed by: pchrist1@rr.rochester.com 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 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 its been a minute snce 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 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 don't 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 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 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