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    Dead Prez D.O.P.E. (Drugs Oppress People Everyday) текст песни

    D.O.P.E. (Drugs Oppress People Everyday)

    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



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