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The Coup - The Name Game lyrics
Boots] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself But a name don't mean wealth, let me up you on the shit If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit I spit game on a regular basis; now everybody lookin at my hand like I'm holdin all the aces Cool that they know our faces, from different places But you can't catch-up/ketchup if you don't know what the pace/Pace is Everywhere we go you know especially in the O we hear "Coup, Coup, you know we got love fo' sho'" But even mo' when they see us on B-E-and-T and M-T-and-V but me and E can't pay the P-G-and-E Power come from the barrel of a bucker I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash you got is the silver kind that don't fold I'm gettin dope when they ask about the road that I passed My peoples really be thinkin they gon' come up fast and then come rap and shake they ass You ain't the first, motherfucker who done spent his game then plan to scram, up out the ghetto let me break this down From kids to gramms, fuck the videos with the Benzes and the cellular phones, spendin hundreds like quarters The Benz is they partner's, the money's on loan, and umm.. "the cellular number you have reached is out of order" [B] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself [E] But a name don't mean wealth [B] Let me up you on the shit [E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself [B] But a name don't mean wealth [E] Well let me up you on the shit! [B] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit [E-Roc] I mocked _Rockbox_ wearin socks in my basement, told my pops I fin' to have as much mail as they got -- not I still got to keep my cash clot flowin My mind is bent on the rent I'm barely makin it micraphone It's true, it's a few gettin fund expansions It ain't like Acorn Projects gon' move into mansions Straight authenticized shit, over synthesized hits With this misty eyed mental make your teeth grit And I'm not tryin to diss like it's a bandwagon trim They sellin six-packs of them waves out the ghetto again In the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hoppin And ain't nobody really tryin to hear me speak They too busy watchin loot, gettin interviewed by Robin Leach So if you're modest and don't higher/hire economics Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub sack of funk! [B] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself [E] But a name don't mean wealth [B] Let me up you on the shit [E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves [B] But a name don't mean wealth [E] But let me up you on the shit! [B] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit * DJ Pam cuts up "turn up the beat and let me come with some game main" * [Boots] I'm gon' die before I lie to my peoples on the block It's like front and you gon' shoot when you ain't got no glock You bet' not (that's a punk trick) this is how we run shit I'm fin' to pitch a fit cause I'm tired of hearin gums hit Why do motherfuckers get up out and go for single when the real high rollers grab the army to protect they Pringles? [E-Roc] Confusion, just a system based on prostitution They done ganked you, don't be no stank fool with they solution Unless you got about a million semi-automatics you gon' think you strivin doin them wholesale acrobatics [Boots] No I don't have it like that, Planet Planet ain't got it Keep my whole life savings stuffed in my back pocket, flock it I'm scrapin fronts off like plaque, no slack I'm come Realistic like Radio Shack Intact and fat motherfuckers finally get they shit right Ain't no fight, they scared shitless, all they do is grab the mic Ain't no organizin real shit on the street, it's a fleet of revolutionaries - in the studio makin beats So fuck the fame, fuck the game, fuck the riches fool I ain't got shit unless all my folks gon' have it too! [B] Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself [E] But a name don't mean wealth [B] Let me up you on the shit [E] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves [B] But a name don't mean wealth [E] Well let me up you on the shit! [B] If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit |
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