Brad: Yeah? What do you want? ...Ah, fuck it. I said a thousand times that I don't want any junkies at my door. If you wanna score, man, you gotta fucking call first. Come on. Beat it. (If Ethan hasn't taken his gun out at this point, Brad shuts the door in his face. The player can view his thoughts here again.)
[Ice Cube]It was once said by a man who couldn't quitDopeman, please can I have another hit?The dope man said: Clucka, I don't give a shitIf your girl kneel down and sucked my dickIt all happened and the guy tried to choke herNigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smokerThat's the way it goes, that's the name of the gameYoung brother getting over by slanging 'caineGold around his neck in 14 k heavenBitches jocking on his dick 24-7Plus he's making money keeping the base heads waitingRollin' six four with the fresh ass daytonsLiving in Compton, California CAHis uzi up yo ass if he don't get paidNigga begging for credit, he's knocking out teethClocking much dollars on the 1st and 15thBig wad of money, nothing less than a twentyYo, you want a five-oh? The dope man's got plentyTo be a dope man, boy, you must qualifyDon't get high off your own supplyFrom a key to a g it's all about money10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes freeAnd people out there are not hip to the factIf you see someboy getting money for crack, he's the
The Dope Men Gotta Get Paid
[Ice Cube]You need a nigga with money so you get a dopemanJuice that fool for as much as you canShe likes his car and he gets with herGot a black eye cause the dopeman hit herLet that slide and you pay it no mindFind that he's slapping you all the timeBut that's okay, cause he's so richAnd you ain't nothing but a dopeman's bitch!Do what he say and you keep your mouth shutPopping that trash might get you fucked upYou'll sit and cry if the dope man strikes youHe don't give a fuck - he got two just like youThere's a another girl in the dopeman's lifeNot quite a bitch but far from a wifeSh'es called the strawberry and everybody knowStrawberry, strawberry is the neighborhood hoDo anything for a hit or twoGive tha bitch a rock, she'll fuck the whole damn crewIt might be your wife and it might make you sickCome home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dickStrawberry just look and you'll see herBut don't fuck around or she'll give you gonorrheaAnd people out there are not hip to the factThat Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the
[Ice Cube]If you smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfuckerKnown around the hood as the schoolyard cluckerDoing that crack with all the money you gotOn your hands and knees searching for a piece of rockJonesing for a hit and you're looking for moreDone stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4You need your ass whooped cause it's out of this earthCan't get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty's worthKnucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crookBut swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hookedYou beat your friend up and you whooped his ass longCause he hit the pipe till the rock was all goneYou're robbing and stealing, bugging and illingWhile the dope man's dealingWhat is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit's insaneYo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train
[Eazy-E]Yeah, high rolling, big money I'm foldingBitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdingStrung strawberry jocking me so earlyHo, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirtyWell, that's my life that how it's cut
[Krazy D]Yo, mister dopeman, you think you're slickYou sold crack to my sister and now she's sickIf she happens to die because of your drugI'm putting in your culo a .38 slug!
Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said 2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers and that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me I'd love to go back to when we played as kids but things changed, and that's the way it is
I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight and only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is
We gotta make a change... It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes. Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live and let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do what we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up and pimp slap you up You gotta learn to hold ya own they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped & I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs some buck that I roughed up way back comin' back after all these years rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
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