Like AT&T, you gotta make a switch
I sing the song of the fight of the black man in America
So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show them you can hold your
A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey
They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch
But tell me do you how to let a nigga live?
I gotta dream that maybe one day
Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
But one day there's gonna be a final call
Way back in the days, we used to sling 'em in the street
When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
On the nigga nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64
Make sure what you believe is real and true
With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust
Playin' tag with body bag, bullets and bloody rag
Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomorrow
I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
Niggaz can't fight then walk away
If you want some respect, ya won't be individual
With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust
Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up an'
With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
Always on a peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
There's a hole in ya boat, bitch, that's all she wrote
But now when niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get their heat
It's the one, two combination punch to the throat
Playin' games, I used to play back in '79
Take a real close look at what it look like
When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
You gotta believe in something but whatever you do
In a state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
Everybody know that you know how to kill
I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
When the revolution come, I'ma be straight loc
This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
