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 n**ga in the ghetto raised up on whit
The first thing momma told him was don't take no sh*t
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
F**k 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 b**ch
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 bullsh*t an the same ol lie
If you want some respect ya won't be individual
On the n**ga nuts 'cuz he rollin
In the sixty fo
Yo favorite line is f**k all a yall
But one day theres gonna be a final call
Thats why I'm rollin deep
In the motherf**king 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 a**
Chicken george n**ga on a fiddle huh
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
In my mothaf**king self I trust
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
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 n**ga 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
Bfore I disobey
It's the one
Two combination punch to the throat
Theres a hole in ya boat b**ch
Thats all she wrote
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
In my mothaf**king self I trust
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
When the revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc
Goin out in a cloud of pistol smoke
The revolution come
The revolution come