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