The Coup - Get Up lyrics

Dead Prez, The Coup People Army, where the G's at? C'mon... f** the police Ay why'all ready for this sh** for why'all trunk? Why'all ready to get this b**h 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 sh** is we supposed to like this sh** 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 n***as 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 "f** 'em Rocafella" my sh** 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 motherf**in 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" sh** 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 motherf**in 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 f** 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 f** - 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 f** 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] {music to fade}