| S-W nine millimeter, check
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| Long-nose double barreled rifle, check
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| Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
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| Alright Puff, I’m ready to go
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| Threw the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster
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| (Kim let’s go!) Slow down bab' bro
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| You with the rap Rambo, Tony Montana
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| Here’s a hammer, a camera and a «Life After Death"bandana
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| Here take it — in case I don’t make it
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| cause if my life don’t end, I’m damn sure gon' fake it
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| The way I see it, mmm, sexual
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| In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
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| Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake
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| One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake
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| Fuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to me
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| and if I knock Cyrus off that’s a plus to me
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| And the funny thing about it, I’m a bitch
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| and got niggaz runnin from me, like the Olympics
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| And I’m told my man Gutter I’ma get him
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| And every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKA
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| Pre-ssure down below. |
| fire in de hole.
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| Lose control. |
| got nowhere to go.
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| I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy Tabernacle
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| I’ll be — down in a minute, I’m drinkin a Snapple
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| A Snapple? |
| Bitch I got bombs and shit
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| Grenades and razor blades and alarms and shit
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| You better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave
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| I’m tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, 'fore him n his boys leave
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| They at this resteraunt that serve African food
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| where you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rude
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| You see, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
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| Half-African but she looked like Madonna
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| Aiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a pet
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| I’ll never forget, the resteraunt is where we met
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| And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freak
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| I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
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| and she the one who told me where these cats is at
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| I can’t wait to get the gat and holla back — Kim c’mon!
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| Uhhh, uhhh! |
| Uhhh
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| We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
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| Two black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)
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| The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
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| (Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)
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| I’m like, «Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz»
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| And never would the drugs make the bitch slack up
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| I got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backup
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| And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkies
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| Them niggaz just bitches like my Yorkie
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| Pigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipers
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| Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the movies
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| All I can think about, is how he killed my man Smiles
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| Cut his head off, masochist style
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| Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call him
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| When I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss Cheese
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| My main focus, is his righthand man Mouse
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| Sheisty and two-sided, profession — dickrider
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| And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
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| I mean the whole situation is really makin me sick
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| And when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroom
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| We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum
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| Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin
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| Puff yelled, «AWAY!"That's the cops then
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| My trigger finger started itchin
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| Then Cyrus came spittin from the kitchen
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| and next second, you missed it
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| Listen, it’s soundin like the 4th of July
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| Like the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
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| I can’t believe this guy, he won’t fall over
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| Holes is in his body the size of cup holders
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| One more shot, he’s over, shit Puff, I’m empty
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| (Here, I only got one shot left!)
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| But I’ma hold my breath, til he fall to his death
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| but he was helpless,
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| this little kid squeezed off in his pelvis |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revolution , by - Lil' Kim. Song from the album The Notorious K.I.M., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп