Coup, The

Gunsmoke

Coup, The


come on let's go 
put this under your belt 
Chorus 
Smell the gunsmoke 
repeat 
I be having homicide running through my mind 
Don't know what's up with me 
Shit fuck with me all the time 
Eating at my spine 
Motherfucka in my prime 
How you gonna get yours 
when you're too busy getting mine 
Now look is this murderous criminal 
coming through 
if you think it's eroc then the subliminals 
is working on you 
there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge 
cant come straight from fudge 
I got a bloody grudge 
Dead bodies lying all around me 
but the real murderers aint never got no bounty 
count it coroners as we sitting as statistics 
with this ass if you think this 
blast is coming from my residential district 
There's something that I think you should know 
is the motherfucking g.. from the eastside ho 
peep my flow creep by slow 
see all my folks is broke 
survival for the cautious and the low 
get a whiff of my gunsmoke 
chorus 
Im getting white hairs 
from the nightmares everynight 
cos somebody's got a contract 
on my life 
im in a gang that's in an all out war 
they join me in when 
they knife my umbilical cord 
so it begins with a slap on the ass 
now you in into white people's ass tricks 
you here so fast we already made your casket 
while its got one buck 
so the phrase gunshot 
gets hella tide 
cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried 
skeletons deep down in the ocean 
cos them slave ships had that three stop motion 
coasting down fulton on the mississippi river 
all across this end 
motherfuckas saying down nigga down nigga 
it all started when we start producing scratch 
some of my homies got no legs attached 
without no food up in the fridge 
you aint go never have peace 
cos with a trigger 
you can finger fuck without no grease 
chorus 
Up to the moon 
repeat 
I say fuck the whole judge and the jury 
my mind got delirous 
my eyes got blurry 
had my uncle strapped to the chair 
hands oxtied 
breathing in gas 
breathing out carbon monoxide 
whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel 
cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial 
make the ghetto concentration camps every mile 
so march your ass through the gas chambers single file 
whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv? 
more peoples die starvation and tv 
see me with an angry face and a beanie 
cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy 
its what ive been through 
im like sinecue 
what i got you got to get it put it in you 
the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat 
show em we aint no joke 
let them choke off the gunsmoke 
chorus