Lil' Kim - Revolution lyrics

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Feat/Puffy & Grace Jones

Nine-millimeter, check

Long-nose, double barrel rifle, check

Semi-automatic infared, laser beam shot, check

All right, we ready to go

[Lil' Kim]

It was sixes around the shoulders

Posters in the holsters (Kim, let's go!)

Slow down babe 'Ro, you wit' the rap Rambo

Tony Motana, here's a hammer, a camera

And a Life After Death bandana

Here take it, incase I don't make it

Cause if my life don't end, I'm damn sure gonna fake it

The way I see it, mmm sexual

In a gun fight two on three, you on me

Dog, I've got shit to make the world shake

One mistake, blah, start an earthquake

Fuck them niggas, them niggas dust to me

And if I knock Syrus off, that's a plus for me

And the funny thing about it, I'm a bitch

Got niggas runnin' from me, like the Olympics

And I told my man Gutta how I'm gon' get 'em

And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit 'em (blah!)

Chorus (Grace Jones)

Don't you know

You've probably got a revolution

Don't you know

You've bought yourself a revolution

[Lil' Kim]

I heard Puff callin' like the holy tabernacle

I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a Snapple

[Puff]

A Snapple? Bitch I've 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 Syrus before him and his niggas leave

They're at this restaurant where they serve African food

Where you're allowed to smoke weed

And the waiters is tight with the crew

See I used to dig this bitch from Boswana

Half-African but she looked like Madonna

And yo check, she had a tiger for a pet

I'll never forget, the restaraunt where we met

And the girl from Lisett, that bitch is a freak

I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep

And she the one that told me where these cats is at

Can't wait to get the gat and hunt back, come on!

Chorus

Don't you know

You've probably got a revolution

Don't you know

You've bought yourself a revolution

[Lil' Kim] (Puff)

Uh, uh, uh

We came to a red light

Gave right-of-way to pedestrians

Two black and white lesbians

The nigga Puff ready to hollar at these bitches

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

And never would a drug make a bitch slack up

I've got Hitmen spreaded through the restaurant for back up

And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkie's

Them niggas is just bitches like my Yorkie

Pigs like the Porky

We on point like snipers

Syrus and his doomies is Clueless like the movies

All I could think about is how he killed my man Smiles

Cut his head off, masacre style

Yeah, Syrus did it

Syrus the virus they call him

When I finish with 'em, please, his name is Swiss cheese

My main focus is his right-hand man Mousey

Sheisty and two-sided, confession, dick ridin'

And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick

I mean the whole situation is really makin' me sick

And when Sysrus got up and dipped off to the bathroom

We started suckin' niggas up like the vaccum

Bullets flyin' non-stoppin', bodies droppin'

Puff yell (Bloody!), that's the cops then

My trigger finger startin' itchin'

That's when Syrus came spittin' from the kitchen

The next second, he missed me

Listen, it's soundin' like the 4th of July

Like a solar eclipse is lit right in the sky

I can't believe this guy, he won't fall over

Holes in his body the size of cup-holders

One 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 death

But he was helpess, his little kid beat off in his pelvis

Chorus

Don't you know

You've probably got a revolution

Don't you know

You've bought yourself a revolution

Don't you know

You've probably got a revolution

Don't you know

You've bought yourself a revolution

[Grace Jones]

Bet ya'll just don't know