dead prez Sellin D.O.P.E. Lyrics

B.A.M.L.O. Track Listing
  • 1 Cop Shot
  • 2 Get Up
  • 3 One With My Gun
  • 4 Sellin D.O.P.E.
  • 5 Together
  • 6 Ghetto Youths
  • 7 It Was Written
  • 8 No More Prisons
  • 9 Al-Jihad Mob
  • 10 Weed
  • 11 The Game of Life
  • 12 Storm of Panthers
  • 13 B.A.M.L.O.
  • 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 porpotion to the big king with pants that don't 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 just to eat


    its 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 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
    criminalize
    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 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

    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

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