dead prez Get Up Lyrics

B.A.M.L.O. Track Listing
  • 1 Cop Shot
  • 2 Get Up
  • 3 One With My Gun
  • 4 Sellin D.O.P.E.
  • 5 Together
  • 6 Ghetto Youths
  • 7 It Was Written
  • 8 No More Prisons
  • 9 Al-Jihad Mob
  • 10 Weed
  • 11 The Game of Life
  • 12 Storm of Panthers
  • 13 B.A.M.L.O.

  • Dead Prez, The Coup
    People Army, where the G's at?
    C'mon... Fuck the police
    Ay y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?
    Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk?

    [Hook]
    You got to get up right now
    Turn the system upside down
    Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
    Turn the system upside down
    Get up!

    [Stic.]
    Honestly, I'm against this government
    I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
    Sick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent
    Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went
    And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit
    But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
    It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
    They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave
    (So what you do?) So I rebel
    Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
    Since my home street days in the blue Buick
    Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to it
    Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
    Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
    This is for the G's all the way to the bay
    For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up

    [Hook]

    [Boots]
    Now uhh, this fella's piss yella, never been a snitch teller
    One pay stub from a homeless ditch dweller
    Yellin "Fuck 'em Rocafella" my shit bump in acapella
    My lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank tellers
    When we call it off, we haulin off, Molotovs and bricks
    Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcipts
    Hope your motherfuckin paddywagon van flips
    Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
    Qoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day no-tice
    Pay aquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor spit
    I'm on some "I hate the game but love the player" shit
    Is you a "have" or you a "have not"?
    When you run out of bullets grab rocks
    Cuz the prison door slam locks
    It don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you rich and have stocks
    Fight the power like a motherfuckin Zulu
    It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
    So raise your hands in the air like your born again
    But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win

    [Hook]

    [M1]
    When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoes
    I can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toes
    On the low from po-po, so fuck the Ho-lice
    Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat
    And I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' that
    I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck - try me
    Grillin you right back, you better drive by me
    We the People Army is known to get rowdy
    And even if you a friend of the blue
    You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
    This Hell we livin is never forgivable
    It come down to DP and The Coup
    Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
    Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them
    You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
    It's one team, get up and let's ride!

    [Hook]

    {music to fade}




    Written by: Josh Abraham, Ryan Williams, Kelly Clarkson, Oliver Elliot Goldstein
    Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes

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