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The Coup

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Name Game Lyrics - The Coup

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself 

But a name don't mean wealth, let me up you on this shit 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

 

I spit game on a regular basis, now everybody 

Looking at my hand like I'm holding all the aces 

Cool that they know our faces, from different places 

But you can't catch up if you don't know what the pace is 

Everywhere we go you know especially in the O we hear 

"Coup, Coup, you know we got love fo' sho'" 

But even mo' when they see us on B-E-and-T and 

M-T-and-V but me and E can't pay the P-G-and-E 

Power come from the barrel of a bucker 

I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker 

'Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash you got 

Is the silver kind that don't fold 

I'm gettin' dope when they ask about the road that I passed 

My peoples really be thinking they gon' come up fast 

If they can rap and shake they ass 

You ain't the first motherfucker who done scheme to scam 

Then plan to scram up out the ghetto let me break this down 

From kids to Grams, fuck the videos with the Benzes 

And the cellular phones, spending hundreds like quarters 

The Benz is they partner's, the money's on loan, and umm... 

"The cellular number you have reached is out of order." 

 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself 

But a name don't mean wealth 

Let me up you on this shit 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves 

But a name don't mean wealth 

Well let me up you on this shit! 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

 

I mocked Rock Box wearin' socks in my basement, told my pops 

I'm finna to have as much mail as they got, not 

I still plot to keep my cash clot flowin' 

My mind is bent on the rent, I'm barely makin it microphonin' 

It's true, it's a few getting fund expansions 

It ain't like Acorn Projects gon' move into mansions 

Straight authenticized shit, over synthesized hits 

With this misty eyed 'mental make your teeth grit 

And I'm not tryin' to diss like it's a bandwagon trend 

They selling six-packs of them wavies out the ghetto again 

In the 20's it was rocks, in the 50's doo-wop 

It's nineteen-ninety-fo' and everybody's store hop'n 

And ain't nobody really trying to hear me speak it 

They too busy watchin' Luke, gettin' interviewed by Robin Leach 

So if you're modest and don't hire economics 

Just kick it with The Coup, smoke this dub sack of funk! 

 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself 

But a name don't mean wealth 

Let me up you on this shit 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves 

But a name don't mean wealth 

But let me up you on the shit! 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

 

I'm gon' die before I lie to my peoples on the block 

It's like frontin' you gon' shoot when you ain't got no Glock 

You bet' not (that's a punk trick) this is how we run shit 

I'm finna to pitch a fit 'cause I'm tired of hearing dumb shit 

Why do motherfuckers get up out and go for single 

When the real high rollers draft a army to protect they Pringles? 

 

Confusion, just a system based on prostitution 

They done ganked you, don't be no stank fool with they solution 

Unless you got about a million semi-automatics 

You gon' think you strivin' doin' them ho-style acrobatics 

 

No I don't have it like that, Planned Parenthood ain't got it 

I keep my whole life savings stuffed in my back pocket, flock it 

I'm scraping fronts off like plaque, no slack 

I come realistic like Radio Shack 

Intact and fat motherfuckers finally get they shit right 

Ain't no fight, they scared shitless, all they do is grab the mic 

Ain't no organizing real shit on the street, it's a fleet 

Of revolutionaries in the studio making beats 

So fuck the fame, fuck the game, fuck the riches foo' 

I ain't got shit unless all my folks gon' have theirs too 

 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for theyself 

But a name don't mean wealth 

Let me up you on this shit 

If we was up in this, just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

Now, motherfuckers done made a name for themselves 

But a name don't mean wealth 

Well let me up you on this shit! 

If we was up in this just to get up out the ghetto 

Let me tell you right now, we damn near done quit 

 

The Coup is up in the house, and we run this shit like diarrhea 

Cheerio! 

You know? 

Check it out! 

'Cause we up out 

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