Revolution -
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SW9 millimeter, check
Long-nose double-barrel rifle, check
Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, check
Alright Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the clips around the shoulders
Toasters in the holsters (Kim, let's go!)
Slow down, baby 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 a gunfight, two on three, you on me, dog
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 told my man Gutter I'ma get him
And every shell I spit is guaranteed to hit him, blah!
Pressure down below (Pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole (Make a pit stop, c'mon, c'mon)
Lose control (Lose control)
Got nowhere to go (We ain't got nowhere
To run, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
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? Nigga, 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 tryna 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 are tight-broo
See, I used to date this bitch from Botswana
Half-African, but she look 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 poke it in that 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!)
Pressure down below (Pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole (Make a pit stop, c'mon, c'mon)
Lose control (Lose control)
Got nowhere to go (We ain't got nowhere
To run, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
We came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestrians
Two black and white lesbians
The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches
I'm like, "Yo, dog, them bitches down with them niggas"
And never will the drugs make a bitch slack up
I got hitmen 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
Cyrus and his Duleys is Clueless like the movies
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 right-hand man Mouse
He sheisty and two-sided, profession, dick-rider
And his boys, they seem to be all on his cock
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
Bullets flyin' nonstop and bodies droppin'
Puff yelled, "Away!"—guess the cops then
My trigger finger started itchin'
Then Cyrus came spittin' from the kitchen
And next second, he missin'
Listen, it's soundin' like the Fourth 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
(Damn! I only got one shot left!)
But I'ma hold my breath 'til he fall to his death
But he was helpless, fuck it, the kid squeezed off and it's helpless
Pressure down below (Pressure, pressure)
Fire in the hole (Make a pit stop, c'mon, c'mon)
Lose control (Lose control)
Got nowhere to go (We ain't got nowhere
To run, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
Pressure down below (Pressure, pressure, pressure plus pirates)
Fire in the hole (Make a pit stop, c'mon, c'mon)
Lose control (Lose control)
Got nowhere to go (We ain't got nowhere
To run, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)
Pressure down below (You can't run, you can't run
You can't run, you can't run, you can't run)
Fire in the hole (You can't run, you
Can't run, you can't run, you can't run)
Lose control (It's just the way the story goes)
Got nowhere to go (We ain't got nowhere
To run, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide)