Get Up Lyrics - The Coup

Dead Prez, The Coup 

People Army, where the G's at? 

C'mon... Fuck the police 

Ay why'all ready for this shit for why'all trunk? 

Why'all ready to get this bitch crunk? 

[Hook] 

You got to get up right now 

Turn the system upside down 

Your 'sposed to be fed up right now 

Turn the system upside down 

Get up! 

[Stic.] 

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 why'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 ulser 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 why'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 

[Hook] 

[Boots] 

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 qoutes 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 transcipts 

Hope your motherfuckin petty workin band flips 

Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips 

Qoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day no-tice 

Pay aquit, 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 

'cause 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 motherfuckin 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 

[Hook] 

[M1] 

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 

'cause 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! 

[Hook] 

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