drugs oppress the people every day
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sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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aint no hope in the streets, you broke you sell dope
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all my young niggaz outside hustlin coke
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know the drama, if you aint sellin crack then its ganja
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I been through it dun, hittin niggaz two for one
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pullin guns out and bustin my shits too
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what? I aint give a fuck
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I used to get a rush when i bust mine
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backin up my nickle and dimes
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goin thru difficult time
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writin my life story in rhyme
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but when I look at all the niggas
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they hit with mad time
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in porpotion to the big king with pants that don't fit
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you could get caught with barely a half a slab
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and the judge sentence you like you ran the ave
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I aint plan to get rich fom sellin that shit
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it was survival
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my game plan was not to get knocked by 5-0
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but who am I
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just a young nigga caught in the mix
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and if this weed dont sell I'm'a cop me a brick
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sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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sellin dope, servin weed, we had to hustle just to eat
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its been a minute since I been in the game
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some years back I held crack
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I couldn't say the same thing
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ask my niggas bang double and rowley
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we was trouble got the fiends spot bubbling hot
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we wouldnt never make a lot
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I mean not like scarface or nino brown
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or george bush no matter what you push
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it was politics and camera tricks
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very deceptive
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criminalize
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us in fooled with the collective
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for the most part we don't own no boats and planes
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we just cop it from poppi
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bag it in the cellophane
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its a family thing
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you got to hustle all night
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yo I seen fiends losing they brains for hard white
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ask my aunt and my brother and my stressed out mother
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how realistic it gets its sadistic
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statistics show its sick how we livin
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the one thing bigger than dope games is prisons
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one million niggas inside
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over three million is tied but the president lied
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because the white house is the rock house
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uncle sam the pusha man
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this is for my people on the island
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sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat
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sellin dope, servin weed we had to hustle just to eat
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but what we gon do when we caught up
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and have to face responsibility?
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(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)
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what we gon do when we caught up
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and have to face responsibility?
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(this that ghetto shit, this that ghetto shit)
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out on the block, white tee shirt, army fatigues
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niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
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sellin dope, you know how it beez
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tryin to get that government cheese
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and the D's yell freeze
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seliin dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues
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niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D
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sellin dope, you know how it beez
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tryin to get that government cheese
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and the D's yell freeze
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tallahasee up in this bitch
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my nigga maintain, nimrod
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my nigga percent, abu
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my brother troy locked up
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huey newton rest in peace
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south rowley, california
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brooklyn, dean street
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dead prez 98
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get it straight
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and all my family and my whole army
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get it straight
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Sellin D.O.P.E.
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Dead Prez |