Dead Prez - Score
Tekst :
Know what I m sayin
Life is like a game of basketball
They just want niggas to run jump and shoot
chorus:
The game, of life, is a struggle to survive
We live, to win, cause if we lose, than we die
verse 1:
What s the word for the day homeboy
It ain t nothin but this killin shit
Tryin to get this money right quick
You know how it is
Nigga tryin to eat food and live, smoke weed
Payin rent on my crib so I can breathe
Life is not about the quickest speed
What you achieve
Come to greed by the grief
And what you get is what you see
In your mind visually
And manifest physically
If you stick to it shit ll work out terrificly
Take me, everyday my life be hectic and stressful
Never really know if im a ever be successful
But the best things you get out of life require struggle
If it don t you gettin hustled homeboy
You gettin hustled
How I see it
Anything you wanna be you can be it
If your mind can preceive it
And your heart really believe it
Than you half way there and all you got to do is do it
And if you give it all you got there ain t really
Nothin to it
Chorus
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
(talking in background)
Get your fucking heads in the game, please!
This season don t mean nothin if we lose this!
word up
Verse 2:
As a, black boy
Started out a bundle of joy
but quickly I grew playin with toys
Than you started makin noise as a youth
Tryin to figure out the truth
Behind the shit that the schools ain t tellin
First come rebellin, then come drug sellin
Juvenile court, cause you too young to be a felon
Knew that everything around you was yours
But you gotta maintain the game of wealth that the
World has in store
A wise man told you before
You got the power to bring things to life black boy
You can test it
Everything you see is just a thought manifested
But before you had a chance to know that
You got arrested
And it all seems clear to you know, you can breathe
It was different
When you couldn t see the forest from the trees
If you follow your dreams you can accomplish anything
If you always do your best then your destiny is king
Of the world
Chorus
People don t let life, no no
Don t let life mislead you
You have the power
People don t let life
Don t let life deceive you
You have the power
Yeah, score this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Score, this ain t no game this is war
Verse 3:
Life is like twistin a blunt, it s how you roll with it
Just figure out what you want and go and get it
anybody tryin to stop you
For tryin to do for you
That s your enemy dun
The sun be right up in your crew
That s true
Life is a thinking mans game
Use your head for it
Ain t no use in bein scared a shit
If you prepared for it
Go for what you know good
This whole wide world is your hood
Plus the universe
Cause you was on the planet first
Score, this ain t no game this is war X4
Chorus
People don t let life, no no
Don t let life mislead you
You have the power
People don t let life
Don t let life deceive you
You have the power
Just use your power
Don t be a fool
Don t ever lose your cool
You got the power
Dead Prez - Sellin D.O.P.E
Tekst :
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
Dead Prez - The pistol
Tekst :
We ain t tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
Watch yo back money
You couldn t neva understand how my mind tick
I m on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two s to keep the dimes lit
Ain t no rules when these iron shots are stoned dun
This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones
I reach for the buddha cess and zone
I probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the present time its on
I represent mine til I return to the S and said I m dead and gone
Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
Put me on the co na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be poppin shit my niggas won t believe ya
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I m runnin with a click thats bein hunted by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let cha situation be a teacher
Ain t nothin like a education
When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit, unless you need a motherfuckin face lift
And as a youth I was a outcast
Runnin around with ?pelagons? playin war but now it s all about cash
Chorus:
I m caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain t tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get
Blast you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull
I m caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain t tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get
Splash you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull
Up late night and upset, and fed up
Niggas comin up wet, I m dead up
Fuck tryin to your head up
And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up
Too many locked down upstate, son its a set up
My life has sped up, many years I m straight up
Plenty bears for who ain t here and those who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club
We couldn t run it so we take the blade up in the booth
Since we couldn t shoot
We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
I m blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
The best that you can do is duck my fuckin crew
If the slugs don t get cha, lord J ll jig ya
Actin artificial you ll get burnt my the pistol
Before its done, even my guns ll turn to missles
Don t have to blow the whistle on you
Cuz everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline pyschos
Who know my people gotta hold a mint
Or they ain t worth a cent
How can you represent, if you can t pay the rent
And leave a dent in my life time, I m caught up in trife crime
In fights you neva know what you might find
We stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem wild
Be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn t fuck with pranks
I leave them niggas alone and stay home
Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound
Chorus
We ain t tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)
We whole world operating off a (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)
Watch yo back money
Yeah, we up on what we dealing with
We ain t no criminals
We got the right to have gats
As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats
We gon hold heat, knamsayin?
Cuz our army gotta represent for us
Word up
Aiyyo, Maintain (Yeah)
Set that shit son
Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama
Stainless steal, shit is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal, makin sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it
Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
Speak the desest, I see the pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we consider leathal
God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress
This is on, we bout to form, best prepare for the storm
Ya ll funny niggas quick to ring the alarm
Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or more
The Lord had the right just livin poor
Resurrectin the true and livin back the power
Devils getiin devoured, niggas heard the god holla