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[Boots]
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Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh
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Tell me somethin
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Were you, about to make a decision?
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Was it, one of... THOSE decisions?
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Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between
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what's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle
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Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil' story
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E-Roc, kick it
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[E-Roc]
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Pressure, is gettin to my dome
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See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy
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Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation
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Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation
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FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong
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I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on
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Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep
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Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep
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down the street the corner sto', was on my mind
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Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind
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I turned around but befo' I could pull my trigger
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in they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga
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I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy
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But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money
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*chorus*
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M-O-N, N-E-Y (repeat 2X)
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Broke as a; broke as a sucka!
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(repeat all 4X)
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[E-Roc]
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Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive
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So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to five
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Flippin patties all day when the place is hot
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Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop
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Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real
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can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal?
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I had to stop cause this shit ain't for E-Roc
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I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks
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For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat
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My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat
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I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend
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Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean?
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People trip, but they don't understand that
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a devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man
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Now it's a shame, but who's to blame?
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I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money
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*chorus*
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[E-Roc]
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I remember the time when I was six
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The American Dream was everybody gets, rich
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But yo, a fact for all to know
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Four hundred years has passed, and we still po'
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He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about
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If you wanna get paid, sell your people out
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But not me I'd rather do a crime
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Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?
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To the red white and blue I don't give a fuck
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Because I live and die, just to make a buck
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So I'm that mother-fucker
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That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
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And I'm that fool
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that sold his kids cocaine at school
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But Jack's an attorney
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So I'ma do what I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...
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*gun shots*
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[Boots]
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I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday
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So, die hustlin for yourself
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or die hustlin for millions of your people
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The choice is yours, choose your fate
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You can get with this, or you can get with that
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We out
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*chorus*
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Fo Da Money
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| The Coup |
