Revolution - Lil' Kim

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