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