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"The revolution gets it's name by always coming back around in your face You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution There's more to follow, I'll stay in touch" Get lit up When you talking out your face Get hit up The detectives gon' close the case Get lit up See you fucked with us, we got to see you die Get hit up Bottle after bottle one more DUI Get lit up You gon' have to let the swelling go down Get hit up Oh you ain't got nothing to say no more now Get lit up Yeah I heard what ya said Even if you living with an army its still off with your head I know y'all think I'm out my mind (out my mind) Your fired if you are one minute late I don't play about my time (get your shit and go) Even when a nigga sleep I hustle That's how I grind (how I grind) If you try to take food off my table SongtexteI'ma kill, I'ma die about mine (die 'bout mine) Ungh.. If I gotta do a murder I ain't losing no sleep I'ma sleep so peaceful Show up at the funeral like I ain't did nothing give condolences to all of your people I'm a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I'ma make you pay for all of your evil And if I do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha) Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard Now I'm from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard Now how can I ball, how can I ball How can I catch my enemies and murder them all? Get lit up When you talking out your face Get hit up The detectives gon' close the case Get lit up See you fucked with us, we got to see you die Get hit up Bottle after bottle one more DUI Get lit up You gon' have to let the swelling go down Get hit up You ain't got nothing to say no more now Get lit up Yeah I heard what ya said Even if you living with an army it's still off with your head Nigga I lit yo whole street That's the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep I'm a hood regular but you ain't known in these streets So connected 'Ro don't need a telephone in these streets On MLK in every city it's a real nigga hustling And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling But I ain't got no time for that Gun in the front with a pound in back I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won't do it no more You can see where his mind is at Through cereal bowl holes, yes I'm cocoa pops up in this bitch Murder gangs, once they start it ain't no stopping in this bitch It's Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby I'ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto God forgive me, I don't want to be a devil But these niggas be and these bitches be Having meetings 'bout killing me For more show money and more hoe money Houston Texas will never hear the end of me I don't pretend to be cause I am Y'all already know what I'm talking 'bout But we gon' keep that on the low cause real killers don't talk a lot Get lit up When you talking out your face Get hit up The detectives gon' close the case Get lit up See you fucked with us, we got to see you die Get hit up Bottle after bottle one more DUI Get lit up You gon' have to let the swelling go down Get hit up Oh you ain't got nothing to say no more now Get lit up Yeah I heard what ya said Even if you living with an army it's still off with your head Aus Songtexte Mania