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Revolution by Lil' Ceaseالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Revolution by Lil' Cease

     

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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 Botswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
And yo check, she had a tiger for a pet
I'll never forget, the restaurant 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 spread 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 vacuum
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
Why ya'll in the hole

Writer : JONES, KIMBERLY / COMBS, SEAN / WINANS, MARIO / JONES, GRACE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing

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