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lirik lagu the stand – the coup

[hook: boots]
this is the place where i take my stand
take my stick and draw a line in the sand
show my hand, initiate the actions planned
now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my f-ckin demands
here’s the place where i take my stand
take my stick and draw a line in the sand
show my hand, initiate the actions planned
now gimme time for -ssault or gimme back my clams

[boots]
as saltw-ter drips from my oculars
i got the urge to just squeeze on the glock and burst
my fingertips wipe away my teardrops, i curse
you diggin in my purse, so may you rock a he-rs-
this feeling’s popular, cause people’s kids need socks and shirts
and if you po’ you get woped the worst
hopes of hollywood endings without plot the first
be happy all i did so far is drop a verse
see i’m old school, like c0ke lines and lp covers
learned how to hustle then run when the heat hovers
fist to my heart, warm embrace how i greet others
cookin with no lights make my +fishburne+ like _deep cover_
keep cover cause i’m fin’sta spray
i go from sun up to sun down and miss the day
you been sayin for months that you gon’ fix my pay
while the hours of my life get p-ssed away

[hook]

[boots]
weed and dope, speed and hope
when we bleedin broke, we get keyed and cope
when ecstasy pills don’t stop sbc bills
we get all depressed like we need a rope
poundin walls, cain’t handle it
ten days with the candles lit
when the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver
ain’t no hustle too scandalous
and i’m a champion, at runnin my mouth
but i’ll be campin if i’m kicked out the house
so here’s my anthem sing it to the music or shout
i forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout
i got your d-mn iou in my hand
thankin of things i can do with two grand
but i’mma light it with a bic then use it as a wick
to burn your sh-t down cause i’m through with you man
less you pay me

[hook]

[female singing]
mama, never raised no punks, now
brawlin but not crawlin
time to put my all in
mama, never raised no punks, now
brawlin but not crawlin
we starvin but y’all ballin

{-instrumental to end-}

- the coup

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