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The Coup

Genres: Hip-Hop

I Know You Lyrics - The Coup

I know you motherfucker, know where you live 

You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs 

And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp 

But now he walks with a permanent limp 

And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked 

Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock 

And it don't stop to the funky beat 

Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street 

I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder? 

Seems we need one every time you get a court order 

Or pull me over in order to check identification 

I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration 

You're in the hood and it's one more disaster 

We know you're here to protect and serve the master 

Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster 

I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard 

Cause 

 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

 

I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door 

On my back, on my head, through my house and once more 

You called my mother a ho, you threw my brother in a headlock 

You did this to about six thousands on the block 

Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire 

Hmm...but you work with a supplier 

So I inquire what's your role in my elimination? 

Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation 

But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation 

Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation 

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today? 

Pig, now I realize our relation 

Your occupation is to keep me in occupation 

How many brothers have you left in a cast? 

How many graves have you made in the past? 

Useless! Not my task to even ask 

But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass 

Cause I know you 

 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

 

(Now let me tell ya'll this little little story 

This little piggy once came to Oaktown 

See, cause this little piggy had a gun 

This little piggy's gun was smoking 

Cause this little piggy shot my son 

This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell! 

Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha 

 

I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles 

Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle 

And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision 

You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism 

The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison 

No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen 

I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth 

Just so I won't be out organizing in the street 

And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see 

My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's 

But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one 

The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung 

I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass 

Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class 

 

(Step one, put the handcuffs on 

Step two, say something like "Nigger you'll never learn" 

Step three, throw 'em on the ground 

Step four, kick 'em of course) 

 

But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near 

We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear 

Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round 

And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down 

Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest 

On your vest, I suggest you change your address 

Cause we know you 

 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

I know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

 

We know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

We know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn) 

We know you motherfucker 

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position) 

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