Revolution (feat. Grace Jones & 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