Hip 2 Tha Skeme Lyrics - The Coup

See, I ain't never had shit 

But my strife and my game and my life 

And all thems is just hand-downs from my granddaddy 

Limpin', the closest black folks ever came to pimpin' 

Stealing, hustling food stamps for that '94 Caddy 

How many days can I stretch this box of grits 

Shit never quits I'm a brother pitching fits 

Or pitching shit 

I use my mouth where I lack muscle 

Anything to make the rent 

Yo give up the hustle 

I know the U.S. economy and I could run it 

I'm about to make these four dollars into four hundred 

Ain't nothing happening but the serious gank 

While they got billions in the bank 

We just got money on the dank 

And when we got fresh rims we on top 

On top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock? 

Gun on cock but we seen it in the past 

Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass 

Twenties and tens, its all about making ends 

No need to sin to uplift a California living 

But I grin, 'cause all I remember as a tot was them OGs 

Gankin' motherfuckers with them Glocks 

And now the rocks is in my pockets 

And my spot's hot like the Hawaiian tropics 

A taskforce topic spent six months in C.Y.A 

Even though the yay is brought in by the C.I.A 

See, I'm a motherfucka that's done some dirt for my meal ticket 

But I've learned quick you gots to deal with it 

Well I did for twenty-two fucking years 

You damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed tears 

And its clear to my ear I had to learn that knowledge 

'Cause after 12th grade I had to say fuck college 

And the knowledge no longer will I waste my time 

Diploma stuck in my hand 

But I'm stuck to the grind 

I'm steady mobbing 

Back to the police station 

They checking me but it's inflation that's doing this taking 

No hesitating, can't be waiting let me do my thing 

I was hooked like a fiend, but now I'm hip to tha skeme 

I heard "recognize game when it's in your face" 

I'm spitting the game so close to you 

You could feel the wet trace 

If everybody in the hood had a Ph.D 

You'd say "that doctor flip that burger hella good for me!" 

Two hundred thousand brothers marching, one mind, one place to go 

Ain't no revolution, they just walking to the liquor store 

Here take a swigger so its quicker bro the nigga-ro 

Just wants to get through the rigamarole 

I been here before 

A typical hoe ain't really no different 

Except that she would know that can't no prostitute 

Become a pimp up in this system 

It'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot 

But ain't no twist up in this cemetery plot 

Since 1954 Pop'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 

I'm 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 can't get too far 'cause my gas is kissing "E" 

I'm not yet free 

But you don't hear me though 

Unless you creeping slow past my drive-through window