The Coup

The Coup - Gunsmoke lyrics

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put this under your belt
 Chorus
 Smell the gunsmoke
 repeat
 I be having homicide running through my mind
 Don't know what's up with me
 Shit fuck with me all the time
 Eating at my spine
 Motherfucka in my prime
 How you gonna get yours
 when you're too busy getting mine
 Now look is this murderous criminal
 coming through
 if you think it's eroc then the subliminals
 is working on you
 there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
 cant come straight from fudge
 I got a bloody grudge
 Dead bodies lying all around me
 but the real murderers aint never got no bounty
 count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
 with this ass if you think this
 blast is coming from my residential district
 There's something that I think you should know
 is the motherfucking g.. from the eastside ho
 peep my flow creep by slow
 see all my folks is broke
 survival for the cautious and the low
 get a whiff of my gunsmoke
 chorus
 Im getting white hairs
 from the nightmares everynight
 cos somebody's got a contract
 on my life
 im in a gang that's in an all out war
 they join me in when
 they knife my umbilical cord
 so it begins with a slap on the ass
 now you in into white people's ass tricks
 you here so fast we already made your casket
 while its got one buck
 so the phrase gunshot
 gets hella tide
 cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried
 skeletons deep down in the ocean
 cos them slave ships had that three stop motion
 coasting down fulton on the mississippi river
 all across this end
 motherfuckas saying down nigga down nigga
 it all started when we start producing scratch
 some of my homies got no legs attached
 without no food up in the fridge
 you aint go never have peace
 cos with a trigger
 you can finger fuck without no grease
 chorus
 Up to the moon
 repeat
 I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
 my mind got delirous
 my eyes got blurry
 had my uncle strapped to the chair
 hands oxtied
 breathing in gas
 breathing out carbon monoxide
 whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel
 cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial
 make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
 so march your ass through the gas chambers single file
 whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv?
 more peoples die starvation and tv
 see me with an angry face and a beanie
 cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy
 its what ive been through
 im like sinecue
 what i got you got to get it put it in you
 the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
 show em we aint no joke
 let them choke off the gunsmoke
 chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Wild Pitch Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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