Revolution lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Kim 
Song : Revolution



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 [Lil' Kim]
S-W nine millimeter, check
Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go

Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in
the holster
(Kim let's go!)  Slow down bab' bro
You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
Here's a hammer, a camera and a "Life After
Death" bandana
Here take it - in case I don't make it
cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gon'
fake it
The way I see it, mmm, sexual
In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got sh*t to make the world shake
One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
f**k them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
and if I knock Cyrus off that's a plus to me
And the funny thing about it, I'm a bit*h
and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics
And I'm told my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him,
BLAKA

[Chorus: Grace Jones]

Pre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..
Lose control.. got nowhere to go..

[Lil' Kim]
I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy
Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinkin a Snapple

[Lil' Cease]
A Snapple?  Bit*h I got bombs and shit
Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that
weave
I'm tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n
his boys leave
They at this resteraunt that serve African food
where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters
is type rude
You see, I used to date this bit*h from Botswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
And her girlfriend Lizette, that bit*h is a freak
I used to f**k her in the as* while my girl was
asleep
and she the one who told me where these cats is
at
I can't wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim
c'mon!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Kim]
Uhhh, uhhh!  Uhhh
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to
pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bit*hes
(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bit*hes down with them
niggaz"
And never would the drugs make the bit*h slack up
I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt
for backup
And we communicate through headsets and
walkie-talkies
Them niggaz just bit*hes like my Yorkie
Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the
movies
All I can think about, is how he killed my man
Smiles
Cut his head off, masochist style
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss
Cheese
My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
Sheisty and two-sided, profession - dickrider
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin me
sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the
bathroom
We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum
Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
Puff yelled, "AWAY!"  That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin
Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
and next second, you missed it
Listen, it's soundin like the 4th of July
Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over
Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
One more shot, he's over, sh*t Puff, I'm empty
(Here, I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
but he was helpless, 
this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis

[Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)]