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the stand - coup lyrics

[chorus: 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 c-ke 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 [chorus] [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’ma 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 [chorus] [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-}

- coup lyrics

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