Mac Mall - Dope Game lyrics

(D'Wayne - talking) Mac Mall, and me, D, once again I'ma send this one out nationwide, representin the bay To all the ballas, all them ghetto stars All the turfs and tracks and sets (D) Daddy was a hustler, uncle was a dealer What was I supposed to be? When everyone around me, is always makin money Faster than ya eyes could see Now you're actin funny, no more church on Sunday At night you pray Standin on the corner, bound to be a goner And this is how it's gonna be (Hook - D) 4x In the dope game, dope game (Be a star in the) (Mac Mall) It's goin out to all the local D-boys and track stars Hustlin youngstas runnin up to cars I know it's hard I was once forced to hustle, too, like you Pushin hard to the week souls who choose the gla** tool Over life, love and loot Waste it all in one poof Chasin clouds a smoke but really runnin from the truth I see mothers abandon kids to go on drug ???? And even when I was all in I wondered when it would all end Same s**a who pa**ed the law Pick the dope and though I talk He come jack me when I'm posted on my block For all those who sell rocks White girl ??? yola See the enemy ain't competition, all them crooked rollas Cause man the White House, got us strung out, thas real talk It's hittin playas on them streets that we walk I say the White House, got us strung out, thas real talk It's hittin playas on them streets that we walk (Hook) (D) Now I want you all to understand Fly things we all can have But don't get it twisted That don't make a man Because if you don't respect yourself Then you won't respect nobody else And you will see what happens Mac Mall speak on it (Mac Mall) n***a wake up, the revolution callin us It's life or d**h so don't ya be tardy I try to tell 'em learn the planet of illuminati But mothaf**as in the hood just wanna be Gotti And catch bodies Sell dope foreva but never raise his kids And think it's fly to pull some time in the pen I try to tell him that that New World Order is near But off that product, he can't think clear Either know, or either don't care n***a think he free, still got the slave mentality Smokin on the way out Runnin from reality Do you believe in the Holy Trinity All the profit, Muhammed, and pray to the East I doubt it, cause you don't even know who you be Just anotha blind n***a in a jungle a concrete Do you realize the original man Instead you rather be a dealer, a k**er, a gangsta for satin But he ain't tryna hear me, n***a scared a the truth He lust for loot, and never once pray to Jesus The government put arms in my hood like Babe Ruth Young n***as k** each other like it ain't sh** else to do In the dope game (Hook) to fade