Lil' Kim - Revolution Lyrics
Feat/Puffy & Grace JonesNine-millimeter, checkLong-nose, double barrel rifle, checkSemi-automatic infared, laser beam shot, checkAll right, we ready to go[Lil' Kim]It was sixes around the shouldersPosters in the holsters (Kim, let's go!)Slow down babe 'Ro, you wit' the rap RamboTony Motana, here's a hammer, a cameraAnd a Life After Death bandanaHere take it, incase I don't make itCause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gonna fake itThe way I see it, mmm sexualIn a gun fight two on three, you on meDog, I've got shit to make the world shakeOne mistake, blah, start an earthquake***** them niggas, them niggas dust to meAnd if I knock Syrus off, that's a plus for meAnd the funny thing about it, I'm a *****Got niggas runnin' from me, like the OlympicsAnd I told my man Gutta how I'm gon' get 'emAnd every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit 'em (blah!)Chorus (Grace Jones)Don't you knowYou've probably got a revolutionDon't you knowYou've bought yourself a revolution[Lil' Kim]I heard Puff callin' like the holy tabernacleI'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple[Puff]A Snapple? ***** I've got bombs and shitGrenades and razor blades, and alarms and shitYou better come on, girl throw a hat on that weaveI'm tryin' to catch this nigga Syrus before him and his niggas leaveThey're at this restaurant where they serve African foodWhere you're allowed to smoke weedAnd the waiters is tight with the crewSee I used to dig this ***** from BoswanaHalf-African but she looked like MadonnaAnd yo check, she had a tiger for a petI'll never forget, the restaraunt where we metAnd the girl from Lisett, that ***** is a freakI used to ***** her in the ass while my girl was asleepAnd she the one that told me where these cats is atCan't wait to get the gat and hunt back, come on!ChorusDon't you knowYou've probably got a revolutionDon't you knowYou've bought yourself a revolution[Lil' Kim] (Puff)Uh, uh, uhWe came to a red lightGave right-of-way to pedestriansTwo black and white lesbiansThe nigga Puff ready to hollar at these *****esI'm like, 'Yo dog, them *****es down with them niggas'And never would a drug make a ***** slack upI've got Hitmen spreaded through the restaurant for back upAnd we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkie'sThem niggas is just *****es like my YorkiePigs like the PorkyWe on point like snipersSyrus and his doomies is Clueless like the moviesAll I could think about is how he killed my man SmilesCut his head off, masacre styleYeah, Syrus did itSyrus the virus they call himWhen I finish with 'em, please, his name is Swiss cheeseMy main focus is his right-hand man MouseySheisty and two-sided, confession, dick ridin'And his boys, they seem to be all on his dickI mean the whole situation is really makin' me sickAnd when Sysrus got up and dipped off to the bathroomWe started suckin' niggas up like the vaccumBullets flyin' non-stoppin', bodies droppin'Puff yell (Bloody!), that's the cops thenMy trigger finger startin' itchin'That's when Syrus came spittin' from the kitchenThe next second, he missed meListen, it's soundin' like the 4th of JulyLike a solar eclipse is lit right in the skyI can't believe this guy, he won't fall overHoles in his body the size of cup-holdersOne more shot, he's over, shit Puff I'm empty(Kim, I've only got one shot left)But I'ma hold my breath 'til he falls to his deathBut he was helpess, his little kid beat off in his pelvisChorusDon't you knowYou've probably got a revolutionDon't you knowYou've bought yourself a revolutionDon't you knowYou've probably got a revolutionDon't you knowYou've bought yourself a revolution[Grace Jones]Bet ya'll just don't knowWhy ya'll in the hole
