Revolution (feat. Grace Jones and Lil' Cease)

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, mhmm, 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 niggas, them niggas 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 niggas 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)

Pressure down below, fire in the hole
Lose control, got nowhere to go

I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple
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 an' 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 come on

Pressure down below, fire in the hole
Lose control, got nowhere to go

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
I'm like, "Yo dawg, them bitches down with them niggas"
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 niggas 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 niggas 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

Pressure down below, fire in the hole
Lose control, got nowhere to go

Pressure down below, fire in the hole
Lose control, got nowhere to go

Pressure down below, fire in the hole
Lose control, got nowhere to go