| «The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
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| You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
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| There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch»
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| Get lit up
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| When you talking out your face
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| Get hit up
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| The detectives gon' close the case
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| Get lit up
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| See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
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| Get hit up
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| Bottle after bottle one more DUI
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| Get lit up
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| You gon' have to let the swelling go down
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| Get hit up
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| Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
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| Get lit up
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| Yeah I heard what ya said
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| Even if you living with an army its still off with your head
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| I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
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| Your fired if you are one minute late
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| I don’t play about my time (get your shit and go)
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| Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
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| That’s how I grind (how I grind)
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| If you try to take food off my table
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| I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die 'bout mine)
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| Ungh.
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| If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
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| Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your
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| people
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| I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your
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| evil
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| And if I do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a
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| Regal (ha ha)
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| Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
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| Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
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| Now how can I ball, how can I ball
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| How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
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| Get lit up
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| When you talking out your face
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| Get hit up
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| The detectives gon' close the case
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| Get lit up
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| See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
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| Get hit up
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| Bottle after bottle one more DUI
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| Get lit up
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| You gon' have to let the swelling go down
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| Get hit up
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| You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
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| Get lit up
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| Yeah I heard what ya said
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| Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
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| Nigga I lit yo whole street
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| That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
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| I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
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| So connected 'Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
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| On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
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| And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
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| But I ain’t got no time for that
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| Gun in the front with a pound in back
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| I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
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| You can see where his mind is at
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| Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
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| Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
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| It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
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| I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
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| God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
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| But these niggas be and these bitches be
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| Having meetings 'bout killing me
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| For more show money and more hoe money
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| Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
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| I don’t pretend to be cause I am
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| Y’all already know what I’m talking 'bout
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| But we gon' keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot
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| Get lit up
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| When you talking out your face
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| Get hit up
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| The detectives gon' close the case
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| Get lit up
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| See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
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| Get hit up
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| Bottle after bottle one more DUI
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| Get lit up
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| You gon' have to let the swelling go down
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| Get hit up
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| Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
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| Get lit up
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| Yeah I heard what ya said
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| Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head |