The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow

Little do they know they’re a little or a big hoe

But they have a car they can side at the sideshow

I’m the type of brother that’ll tell another “Hell no”

To the seller struck hiking rocks in a hellhole

Whether you can slide you can glide in your hoo-ride

But you’re gonna drown in the high tide of genocide

Brothers give my five but it’s live jive

Can’t understand with their hands in a beehive

I’mma take a risk on the dis take a big dive

Just to make it rhyme on time I’ll say “Overdrive”

Missed ‘em I’m not with them but they’re victims

Cause they’re just a part not the start of the system

No hocus pocus that’s the focuse of the song

Hope that you can learn this and one day sing along

A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup

An expos?of foul play against me and you

Sing it

It’s funky, it’s funky, it’s funky, it’s a funky situation (x4)

(Still don’t nothing move but the money)

(Man Boots what you talking about?)

Explicit and implicit are the exploits

I’m speaking of the society that’s living off me

No jumps and coast to coasting in a Detroit

No I am a factor that they don’t need

Cause labels are stable in this big world

Talking ’bout sex, you’re a boy or a girl

Talking ’bout a kind you’re a jerk or the jerker

Talking economics you’re the boss or the worker

Right about now I’m gonna change the flow

Going straight up like my new wave afro

I say it and they play it

Do you hear me though you’re guessing there’s a lesson

But teach me, I want to know

Conjunction junction what’s my function?

Connected with the genocidal pace of a race reduction

Funny there’s no money for my people’s production

The Coup is not through cause we’ve got some gumption

A victim in a system about cold cash

If you don’t make it then they treat you like trash

Dispose of you tonight if not in the morning

This is not a prophecy, this is just a warning

A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup

An expos?of foul play against me and you

Sing it

It’s funky, it’s funky, it’s funky, it’s a funky situation (x4)

Hey hold up we’re about to let the DJ scratch here

(Well let him scratch then)

…

At times I find my mind can think fast

Like when a pig has a trigger saying nigger that’s your ass

Thoughts of a slave master rise from the past

The past is the present cause I still feel the lash

It’s against the law just to be black

Cause the war on drugs is just thugs on the attack

The C is not the source of course so just get back

Why try a lot, I doubt it’s just about crack

Brothers on the block making bankroll

Maybe could the dream be the dream of an overthrow?

If so no mo’ we’ll play the big toe

In a shoe that’s cramped so break a brother’s sole

Slip and stuck slowly to the same game

Several hundred years we have been in a chain gang

Let our shackles only add on to a migraine

Old fame, thoughts of pain slowly drive me insane

But then I started rapping for The Coup

A lot of rappers out there just looking for the pay-off

Listen to the message that the Boots brings to you

The Coup is just a group to bring order out of chaos

People pick problems out and isolate

Misguiding many to think it’s a mistake

Well I’m the Boots and I’m here to set ‘em straight

My information leads me to think there’s foul play

A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup

An expos?of foul play against me and you

Sing it

It’s funky, it’s funky, it’s funky, it’s a funky situation (x3)

Lyrics Lyric

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Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo

Yo would you kill for me?

[Girl]

Hmmm… yeah

[Puff Daddy]

What took you so long to answer motherfucker?

[Girl]

I don’t know

[Puff Daddy]

The fuck wrong with you bitch?

Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.

When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick

You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy’s dick (yeah)

I never felt that way in my life

It didn’t take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)

Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze

Come into the crib, even had a set a keys

During the days you helped me bag up my nickels

In the process, I admit, I tricked a little (yeah)

But you was my bitch, the one who’d never snitch (uhh)

Love me when I’m broke or when I’m filthy fuckin rich

And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right

I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right

Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.

Just me and my bitch (variations repeat to next verse)

[Girl]

But you know you love that ass, don’t you?

[Puff Daddy]

Yeah, no question

[Girl]

No question

[Puff Daddy]

Yo, let me ask you another question

[Girl]

What?

[Puff Daddy]

You ever fuck around on me?

[Girl]

Why would I do that?

[Puff Daddy]

Yo don’t lie to me motherfucker

Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that’s not my steelo

I wanna bitch that like to play celo, and craps

Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags

A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c’mon)

With a glock just as strong as me

Totin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me

Any plans with another bitch, my bitch’ll spoil it

One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (that’s nasty)

Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows

I see my Polos and Timbos

Hide my car keys so I can’t leave

A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve

And if I deceive, she won’t take it lightly

She’ll invite me, politely, to fight G

And then we lie together, cry together

I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together

Chorus

[Girl]

Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your ass fuckin around

I’ma cut your mother-fuckin dick off

[Puff Daddy]

Hah, heheh stop playin, hah

[Girl]

I ain’t playin, ain’t no jokes, ain’t no jokes

Ain’t no jokes

[Puff Daddy]

Yo, don’t don’t play with my dick

Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.

She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies

Didn’t hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger (yeah)

One day, she put nine one one on the page

Had to call back, whether it’s minor or major (yeah)

No response, the phone just rung

Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem

When I pulled up, police was on the scene

Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean

Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes

Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes

It didn’t take long before the tears start

I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart

And I know it was meant for me

I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me (uh, yeah)

And when I find em your life is to and end

They killed my best friend… me and my bitch

Chorus

Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh…

Uh, motherfucker yeah

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Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop

A smell of burning way down in your soul

When you taught to steal you’re never alone

And you fall to the ground

Upon your knees - testify

Bruised and beaten, broken bones

Running so hard you can never go home

You live your life on a torture wheel

Gripped by a breeze of cold blue steel

When you fall to the ground

Upon your knees - testify

Sail into a sea of hell

Oh, you do it so very well

This life you lead will never leave you alone

Testify - testify

Down on your knees and testify

Straight from the middle right up to the top

Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop

A smell of burning way down in your soul

When you taught to steal you’re never alone

When you fall to the ground

Upon your knees - testify

Fall to the ground

Upon your knees - testify

Fall to the ground

Upon your knees - testify

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