Nine-millimeter, check
Long-nose, double barrel rifle, check
Semi-automatic infared, laser beam shot, check
All right, we ready to go
Lil` Kim-
It was sixes around the shoulders
Posters in the holsters (Kim, let`s go!)
Slow down babe `Ro, you wit` the rap Rambo
Tony Motana, here`s a hammer, a camera
And a Life After Death bandana
Here take it, incase I don`t make it
Cause if my life don`t end, I`m damn sure gonna fake it
The way I see it, mmm sexual
In a gun fight two on three, you on me
Dog, I`ve got shit to make the world shake
One mistake, blah, start an earthquake
Fuck them niggas, them niggas dust to me
And if I knock Syrus off, that`s a plus for me
And the funny thing about it, I`m a bitch
Got niggas runnin` from me, like the Olympics
And I told my man Gutta how I`m gon` get `em
And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit `em (blah!)
(Chorus)
Grace Jones-
Don`t you know
You`ve probably got a revolution
Don`t you know
You`ve bought yourself a revolution
Lil` Kim-
I heard Puff callin` like the holy tabernacle
I`ll be down in a minute, I`m drinkin` a Snapple
Puff-
A Snapple? Bitch I`ve 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 Syrus before him and his niggas leave
They`re at this restaurant where they serve African food
Where you`re allowed to smoke weed
And the waiters is tight with the crew
See I used to dig this bitch from Botswana
Half-African but she looked like Madonna
And yo check, she had a tiger for a pet
I`ll never forget, the restaraunt where we met
And the girl from Lisett, that bitch is a freak
I used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleep
And she the one that told me where these cats is at
Can`t wait to get the gat and hunt back, come on!
(Chorus)
Don`t you know
You`ve probably got a revolution
Don`t you know
You`ve bought yourself a revolution
Lil` Kim (Puff)-
Uh, uh, uh
We came to a red light
Gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians
The nigga Puff ready to hollar at these bitches
I`m like, Yo dog, them bitches down with them niggas
And never would a drug make a bitch slack up
I`ve got Hitmen spreaded through the restaurant for back up
And we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkie`s
Them niggas is just bitches like my Yorkie
Pigs like the Porky
We on point like snipers
Syrus and his doomies is Clueless like the movies
All I could think about is how he killed my man Smiles
Cut his head off, masacre style
Yeah, Syrus did it
Syrus the virus they call him
When I finish with `em, please, his name is Swiss cheese
My main focus is his right-hand man Mousey
Sheisty and two-sided, confession, dick ridin`
And his boys, they seem to be all on his dick
I mean the whole situation is really makin` me sick
And when Sysrus got up and dipped off to the bathroom
We started suckin` niggas up like the vaccum
Bullets flyin` non-stoppin`, bodies droppin`
Puff yell (Bloody!), that`s the cops then
My trigger finger startin` itchin`
That`s when Syrus came spittin` from the kitchen
The next second, he missed me
Listen, it`s soundin` like the 4th of July
Like a solar eclipse is lit right in the sky
I can`t believe this guy, he won`t fall over
Holes in his body the size of cup-holders
One more shot, he`s over, shit Puff I`m empty
(Kim, I`ve only got one shot left)
But I`ma hold my breath `til he falls to his death
But he was helpess, his little kid beat off in his pelvis
(Chorus)
Don`t you know
You`ve probably got a revolution
Don`t you know
You`ve bought yourself a revolution
Don`t you know
You`ve probably got a revolution
Don`t you know
You`ve bought yourself a revolution
Grace Jones-
Bet ya`ll just don`t know
Why ya`ll in the hol
