Текст песни Lil' Kim - 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, mm, 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 (pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole (uh, c'mon)
Lose control (oh, oh, gotta lose control)
Got nowhere to go (ain't got nowhere to be, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Holy Tabernacle (ayo, Kim, c'mon!)
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 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
Ayo 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!)
Pressure down below (pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole (c'mon)
Lose control (lose control)
Got nowhere to go (uh, uh, ain't got nowhere to be, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
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 restaurant 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 (uh-huh)
Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies (uh-huh)
All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, massacre 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 makin' me sick
And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin' niggas up like a vacuum (yeah, take this)
Bullets flyin' nonstop, and bodies droppin' (yeah, motherfuckers)
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 Fourth 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 cupholders
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 (yeah, motherfucker!)
This little kid squeezed off in his pelvis
Pressure down below (pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole
Lose control (lose control)
Got nowhere to go (ain't got nowhere to be, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
(Your crew run run run, your crew run run)
Pressure down below (pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole
(Your crew run run run, your crew run run)
Lose control
Got nowhere to go (ain't got nowhere to be, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
(Your crew run run run, your crew run run)
Pressure down below (pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole
(Your crew run run run, your crew run run)
Lose control
Got nowhere to go
