[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» *