Sellin D.O.P.E.

[Chorus] Selling dope, serving weed We had to hustle to hustle—just to eat [Verse 1 – stic.man] Ain't no hope in the streets—you broke you sell dope All my young niggas outside hustlin’ coke Know the drama, if you ain't sellin’ crack then its ganja I been through it dun, hittin' niggas two for one Pulling guns out and busting my shit, too What? I ain't give a fuck. I used to get a rush when I bust mine Baggin’ up my nickels and dimes Goin’ through difficult time Writin' my life 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 plan to get rich from 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 don’t sell, I'mma cop me a brick [Chorus x2] Selling dope, serving weed We had to hustle to hustle—just to eat [Verse 2 – M-1] It’s 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 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 push It was politics and camera tricks—very deceptive Criminalize us and foolin’ 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 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 Selling dope, servin weed we had to hustle to hustle just to eat Selling 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 Selling dope, you know how it beez Tryin to get that government cheese And the D's yell freeze Sellin' dope, white tee shirt, army fatigues Niggas hold crack in they mouth watchin for D Selling 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