Revolution

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 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 niggas, them niggas dust to me And if I knock Cyrus off, that's a plus for 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!) [Chorus: Grace Jones, Puff Daddy, Lil Kim] 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) [Verse 2: Lil' Cease & Lil' Kim] 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 and 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!) [Chorus: Grace Jones, Puff Daddy, Lil' Kim] 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) [Verse 3: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy] 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 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 the Porky, 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 righthand man Mouse Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick rider 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 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 (Yeah, motherfucker!) But he was Elvis 'cause little kids squeezed off in his pelvis [Chorus: Grace Jones, Puff Daddy, Lil' Kim] 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 Lose control (Your crew run run run, your crew run run) Got nowhere to go Your crew run run run, your crew run run