Revolution lyrics

[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 shit to make the world shake

One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake

Fuck 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 bitch

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? Bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch is a freak

I used to fuck her in the ass 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 bitches

(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)

I'm like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"

And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up

I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup

And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies

Them niggaz just bitches 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, shit 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)]