Lil' Kim (feat. Grace Jones, Lil' Cease) "Revolution"
[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!
[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 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