Dead Prez, The Coup
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People Army, where the G's at?
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C'mon... Fuck the police
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Ay y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?
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Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk?
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[Hook]
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You got to get up right now
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Turn the system upside down
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You're 'sposed to be fed up right now
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Turn the system upside down
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Get up!
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[Stic.]
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Honestly, I'm against this government
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I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
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Sick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent
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Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went
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And the funny bit is we supposed to like this shit
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But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
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It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
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They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave
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(So what you do?) So I rebel
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Like a ulcer in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
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Since my home street days in the blue Buick
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Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to it
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Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
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Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
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This is for the G's all the way to the bay
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For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up
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[Hook]
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[Boots]
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Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch tella
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One paystub from my home as ditch dweller
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Yellin "Fuck 'em Rocafella" my shit bump in acapella
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My lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank tellers
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When we call it off, we haulin off, Molotovs and bricks
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Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcipts
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Hope your motherfuckin paddywagon van flips
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Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
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Quote us, you know it's colder than a 3-day notice
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Pay or quit, there's more of us than the lies your mayor spit
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I'm on some "I hate the game but love the player" shit
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Is you a "have" or you a "have not"?
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When you run out of bullets grab rocks
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Cuz the prison don't slam locks
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It don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you rich and have stocks
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Fight the power like a motherfuckin Zulu
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It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
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So raise your hands in the air like you're born again
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But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win
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[Hook]
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[M1]
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When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoes
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I can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toes
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On the low from po-po, so fuck the Ho-lice
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Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat
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And I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' that
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I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck - try me
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Grillin you right back, you better drive by me
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We the People Army is known to get rowdy
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And even if you a friend of the blue
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You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
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This Hell we livin is never forgivable
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It come down to DP and The Coup
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Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
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Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them
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You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
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It's one team, get up and let's ride!
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Get Up
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The Coup |