Dead Prez, The Coup People Army, where the G's at? C'mon, fuck the police Ay, y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk? Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk? You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up Honestly, I'm against this government I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant Sick of payin' bills and I'm sick of payin' rent Seem like I work all the time, but, don't know where the money went And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit But all y'all politicians can bite this dick It's a war goin' on, the ghetto is a cage They only give you two choices be a rebel or a slave (So what you do?) So, I rebel like a ulcer in the belly of the beast Stayin' true to it, since my home street days in the blue Buick Niggas been fightin' so long seem like I'm used to it Now, what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it? Truth fluid, boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin' to it This is for the G's all the way to the bay For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch teller One pace up from my homies ditch dweller Yellin', "Fuck 'em Rocafella", my shit bump in acapella My lyrical quotes are nervous notes to bank tellers When we call it off, we haulin' off, Molotov's and bricks Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcripts Hope your motherfucking petty workin' band flips Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips Quote us, you know we're stronger than a 3 day no tice Pay a quit, it's more of us than lies your mayor spit I'm on some, "Ma hate the game but love the player", shit Is you a, "Have" or you a, "Have not"? When you run out of bullets grab rocks 'Cuz the prison don't slam locks It don't open when your fam knocks 'Less you rich and have stocks Fight the power like a motherfucking Zulu It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu So, raise your hands in the air like your born again But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin' them hoes I can smell a pig comin', so, I stay on my toes On the low from po-po, so fuck the ho lice 'Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat And I know power respect that so, 'Serve and Protect', that I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck try me Grillin' you right back, you better drive by me We the People Army is known to get rowdy And even if you a friend of the blue You can get it too, snitchin' is never forgettable This hell we livin' is never forgivable It come down to DP and The Coup Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them You better choose your side, Crip Blood 415 It's one team, get up and let's ride You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're 'sposed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up © FIELD NEGRO MUSIC; HI YO SILVER MUSIC; THE WAR OF ART MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com