Текст песни Lil` Kim f Grace Jones, Lil` Cease - Revolution
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[Lil` Kim]S-W nine millimeter, checkLong-nose double barreled rifle, checkSemi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, checkAlright Puff, I`m ready to goThrew the clips around the shoulders, toasters in the holster(Kim let`s go!) Slow down bab` broYou with the rap Rambo, Tony MontanaHere`s a hammer, a camera and a "Life After Death" bandanaHere take it - in case I don`t make itcause if my life don`t end, I`m damn sure gon` fake itThe way I see it, mmm, sexualIn the gunfight, two on three, you on meDawg, I got shit to make the world shakeOne mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquakeFuck them niggaz, them niggaz dust to meand if I knock Cyrus off that`s a plus to meAnd the funny thing about it, I`m a bitchand got niggaz runnin from me, like the OlympicsAnd I`m told my man Gutter I`ma get himAnd every shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, BLAKAChorus: Grace JonesPre-ssure down below.. fire in de hole..Lose control.. got nowhere to go..[Lil` Kim]I heard Cease and Puff callin like the Holy TabernacleI`ll be - down in a minute, I`m drinkin a Snapple[Lil` Cease]A Snapple? Bitch I got bombs and shitGrenades and razor blades and alarms and shitYou better come on, girl, throw a hat on that weaveI`m tryin to catch this nigga Cyrus, `fore him n his boys leaveThey at this resteraunt that serve African foodwhere you allowed to smoke weed and the waiters is type rudeYou see, I used to date this bitch from BotswanaHalf-African but she looked like MadonnaAiyyo check it, she had a tiger for a petI`ll never forget, the resteraunt is where we metAnd her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a freakI used to fuck her in the ass while my girl was asleepand she the one who told me where these cats is atI can`t wait to get the gat and holla back - Kim c`mon!Chorus[Lil` Kim]Uhhh, uhhh! UhhhWe came to a red light, gave right-of-way to pedestriansTwo black and white lesbians (Hey hey baby)The nigga Puff ready to holla at these bitches(Hey baby let me holla at you for a second)I`m like, "Yo DAWG, them bitches down with them niggaz"And never would the drugs make the bitch slack upI got HIT MEN, spreaded through the resteraunt for backupAnd we communicate through headsets and walkie-talkiesThem niggaz just bitches like my YorkiePigs like to forfeit, we on point like snipersCyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless like the moviesAll I can think about, is how he killed my man SmilesCut his head off, masochist styleYeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they call himWhen I finish with him PLEASE, his name is Swiss CheeseMy main focus, is his righthand man MouseSheisty and two-sided, profession - dickriderAnd his boys, they seem to be all on his dickI mean the whole situation is really makin me sickAnd when Cyrus got up, and dipped off to the bathroomWe started suckin niggaz up like a vacuumBullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppinPuff yelled, "AWAY!" That`s the cops thenMy trigger finger started itchinThen Cyrus came spittin from the kitchenand next second, you missed itListen, it`s soundin like the 4th of JulyLike the solar eclipse is lit right in the skyI can`t believe this guy, he won`t fall overHoles is in his body the size of cup holdersOne more shot, he`s over, shit Puff, I`m empty(Here, I only got one shot left!)But I`ma hold my breath, til he fall to his deathbut he was helpless, this little kid squeezed off in his pelvisChorus 3X w/ ad libs (to fade)