Lil' Kim Lyrics

6. Revolution

Featuring Grace Jones and Lil' Cease

[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 running 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 calling like the Holy Tabernacle
I'll be - down in a minute, I'm drinking 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 trying to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
They at this restaurant 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 restaurant 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 restaurant 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 right hand 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 making me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started sucking niggaz up like a vacuum
Bullets flying nonstop, and bodies dropping
Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then
My trigger finger started itching
Then Cyrus came spitting from the kitchen
and next second, you missed it
Listen, it's sounding 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, till he fall to his death
but he was helpless, 
this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis

[Chorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)]

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