The Coup

The Coup - Hip 2 Tha Skeme lyrics

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i get it done
 make it one make it two make it three
 right before it happens
 make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
 ten
 come on motherfucka we can do it again
 repeat
 See i aint never had shit
 but my strife and my game and my life
 and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
 for them whose black folks ever came to here
 to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
 how many days can i stretch this box of grits
 shit never quits im a brother
 pitching fits or pitching shit
 i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
 yo give up the hustle.
 I know the us economy and i could run it
 im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
 aint nothing happening but this serious game
 while they got billions in the bank
 we just got money on the deck
 and when we got fresh rims we on top,
 on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
 gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
 make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
 twentys and tens its all about making ends
 no need to sin to uplift a california living
 but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
 skank you motherfuckars with the glocks
 and now the rocks is in my pockets
 and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
 a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
 even though the yay is brought in by the cia
 see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
 but i learned quit you gots to deal with it
 well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
 you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tear
 and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
 cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college
 and the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
 the chrome was stuck in my ear
 but im stuck to the ground
 im steady mobbing
 back to the police station,
 they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
 no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing
 i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme
 chorus
 i heard recognized game when its in your face
 im spitting the game so close to you
 you could feel the wet trace
 if everybody in the hood had a phd
 youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
 200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go
 aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
 here take a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe
 just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before
 a typical ho aint really no different
 except that she would know that caint no prostitute
 can become a pimp up in this system
 it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
 but aint no twist up in this cemetery plot
 since nineteen fiftyfour
 i's been hustling for that dough
 my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
 this shit is getting steep
 im getting ill ready to kill
 the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
 now its six in the morning
 i stride to the ride
 as i glide down the street
 i cant get to park ?
 cos my gas is kissing heat
 im not yet free
 but you dont hear me though
 unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window
 now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown
 is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle down
 listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
 pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
 through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
 id be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window
 i ask when those stores get closed down
 a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
 no proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
 analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
 im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
 robbed and ganked and killed
 aint no po folks getting rich
 less some caps is getting picked
 except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
 token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
 front page of the magazine but that's a known
 trick tell them suck their own dick
 im hip to the skeme
 my fist will bring up the whole clique.
 chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Wild Pitch Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

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