The Coup - Gunsmoke lyrics

Published

0 233 0

The Coup - Gunsmoke lyrics

Come on let's go Put this under your belt Chorus Smell the gunsmoke Repeat I be having homicide running through my mind Don't know what's up with me sh** f** with me all the time Eating at my spine Motherf**a in my prime How you gonna get yours When you're too busy getting mine Now look is this murderous criminal Coming through If you think it's eroc then the subliminals Is working on you There's thirty million of us buried in the f**ing sludge Cant come straight from fudge I got a bloody grudge Dead bodies lying all around me But the real murderers aint never got no bounty Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics With this a** if you think this Blast is coming from my residential district There's something that i think you should know Its the motherf**ing coup we from the eastside o Peep my flow creep by slow See all my folks is broke Survival for the cautious and the low Get a whiff of my gunsmoke Chorus Im getting white hairs From the nightmares everynight Cos somebody's got a contract On my life Im in a gang that's in an all out war They drop me in when They knife my umbilical cord So it begins with a slap on the a** Now you in in the workin cla**, trick You here so fast we already made your casket While its got one buck So the phrase gunshot Gets hella tide Cant take the only motherf**as getting fried Skeletons deep down in the ocean Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion Coasting down fulton on the mississippi river Burning crosses and Motherf**as saying die n***a die n***a It all started when we start producing scratch Some of my homies got no legs attached Without no food up in the fridge You aint go never have peace Cos with a trigger You can finger f** without no grease Chorus Off to the war Repeat I say f** the whole judge and the jury My mind got delirous My eyes got blurry Had my uncle strapped to the chair Hands oxtied Breathing in gas Breathing out carbon monoxide Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel Cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile So march your a** through the gas chambers single file Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? My peoples die of starvation and tb See me with an angry face and a beanie Cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy Its what ive been through Im like sinecue What i got you got to get it put it in you The ruling cla** was cut throat since we fresh off the boat Show em we aint no joke Let them choke off the gunsmoke Chorus