The Revolution

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....

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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....

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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 to cuff with them pistols up, an'

Shoot 'em from the shoulders

To show them you can hold your

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....

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When the revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc

Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke

The revolution come...........

........the revolution come.