The Revolution

歌詞

I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin tag with body bag, Bullets, And bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie If you want some respect ya won't be individual On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo' Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street But now when niggaz get beat They wanna go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day Niggaz can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist-a-cuffs put the pistols up and shoot 'em from the shoulders to show that you can hold yours I sing the song of the fight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longa will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey Its the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat bitch That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus-