Lil' Kim - 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 I get to missin
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)
