Songtexte DOPE FIEND'S THEME - Nick Grant

Local killin', drug dealin', penicillin, trigger finger itchin'
Niggas bustin' pistols, kill your brother, slap your sister
Single mothers raise the toughest niggas
Daddy wasn't 'round to teach him how to deal with feelings
Sellin' pussy, back in business, crack in kitchens

I won't let these crackers kill me, even if I lose it all
Multiply it back with gremlins, still we magic, Shaq' or vintage
Spirit of a Makaveli, blastin' Biggie
They not livin' to see 40, but they keep a .40 spillin'
Babies growin' up autistic, I see demons wrapped in ribbons
Like I'm Cube with the bat swingin' for my rap percentage
Pretty bitches, ass and titties (yeah), niggas, do you feel me?
Black code over street code, nigga, is you with me?

Niggas are the best of people that were slaves (run the track!)
You know what I mean?
And that's how they got to be niggas
'Cause they stole the cream of the crop from Africa
And brought 'em over here
And put us all together called one tribe, niggas!

All y'all niggas was a lame in school
Now you got a job at a label, got a little fame
And you think that it made you cool?
Kill an A&R when I aim this tool
Nigga better duck when I bang out
Dance to the tune of a Bojangles groove
You the label's favorite fool
Underground ho bangin' that Screw

Let no cracker hang my noose
Might need paintings at the Louvre
The game is cruel and filled with clowns
Red noses and painted shoes
Fuck a rich nigga complainin', boy, my pain don't make the news
The naked truth, yeah, that's why all these hoes here came in nude

This that hip-hop, one-twos and you don't stop's
Bet your ho sweat me like when police kicked down your dope spot
At least let the coke dry
This La Cosa Nostra
Ridin' with them pies like them niggas with them bow ties
14 niggas with K's, boy, we 'bout to hit a gold mine
Potato on the barrel, shit get nastier than cold fries
See right through your bullshit, Slick Rick, don't need both eyes
Niggas talk that real shit, then be out here so flaw
Out here with them bad vibes, actin' like you know God

You's a bitch (bitch), you's a ho (ho), fuck nigga (nigga), no pause
In these streets, nigga, wholeheartedly, at your top like a dope barber
Black on black like I know Garvey, might die a martyr
I ain't heard about you before the starter
Sick of these weak rap niggas misleadin' and cheerin'
When it come to a white man, you ain't standin' on business
Most of y'all, you niggas look silly

Tap dance 'round a nigga feelings
If you disagree, get busy
Criticism taken by the realest
I would rather help you than to kill you

Niggas!
Niggas!