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
troops
wasted
thing
whatever
their
switch
street
whoever
state
sorrow
smoke
young
sling
tomarrow
shores
yours
there
shoot
today
second
right
revolution
valley
throat
respect
record
pistol
niggaz
money
momma
might
sixty
middle
maybe
realize
cloud
chorus
raised
blind
dream
pistols
bullshit
punch
bullets
close
asleep
bloody
combination
america
blood
rally
final
alley
fight
busta
black
trust
nigga
games
chicken
always
pushed
gonna
accept
something
cuffs
dodge
front
bring
shoulders
ashes
gotta
assault
braids
believe
vision
playin
george
wrote
compton
wanna
first
fiddle
bitch
disobey
straight
everybody
homies
maine
favorite
hardships
hysteria
ghetto
individual
light
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