The Coup (USA) - Get Up lyrics

[Intro] Dead Prez, The Coup People Army, where the G's at? C'mon... f** the police Ay y'all ready for this sh** for y'all trunk? Y'all ready to get this b**h crunk? [Hook] You got to get up right now Turn the system upside down You're s'posed to be fed up right now Turn the system upside down Get up! [Verse 1: Stic.man] Honestly, I'm against this government I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant I'm sick of paying bills and I'm sick of paying 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 y'all politicians can bite this dick It's a war going 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 ulcer in the belly of the beast staying true to it Since my home street days in the blue Buick n***as been fighting so long seem like I'm used to it Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothing to it This is for the G's all the way to the Bay From 'Frisco to Oakland, all over L.A., ya gotta get up [Hook] [Verse 2: Boots Riley] Now uh, this fella spits yella', never been a snitch teller One pay stub from a homeless ditch dweller Yelling "f** 'em Rocafella", my sh** bump in a capella My lyrical quotes are nervous notes to bank tellers When we call it off, we hauling off, Molotov's and bricks Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcripts Hope your motherf**ing paddy wagon van flips Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips Quote us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day notice Pay or quit, it's more of us than the 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**ing Zulu It's the Coup, plus Kanume and Mutulu So raise your hands in the air like you're born again But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win [Hook] [Verse 3: M-1] When I hear the whoop-whoop, I be ducking them hoes I can smell a pig coming, so I stay on my toes On the low from po-po, so f** the Ho-lice Cause peace/piece 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 Grilling 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, snitching is never forgettable This hell we living 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]