I'm seein' bodies in the alley and blood in the valley From the shores of Maine all the way to Campigalli I'm callin' rally to the homies in the streetlight Take a real close look at what it look like A young n***a in the ghetto raised up on grit The first thing momma taught him was don't take no *** Playin' tag with body bags, bullets and bloody rags And dipped up with the Dodge on the tow tag Whoever the man today might not be the man tomorrow Cause life is full of hardships, pimp slaps and sorrow You gotta believe in somethin' but whatever you do Make sure what you believe is real and true *** the lies and alibis that come to real life My vision rollin' soft, I'm wasted on blindin' eyes Like AT&T, you gotta make a switch Or get pushed to the side like a little old bitch When the revolution come, I'mma be up front With my finger on the trigger, I'mma bust my pump When the revolution come, I'mma be right there With my nine in the head, phrase in my head Make everyone aware that the rubble of riots still smokes and sparks Like Newark, Harlem, Chicago, and Watts I've been hollin' and hoopin', yeah, lootin' and shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring more troops in Niggas don't be doin' what they supposed to do They rather post on the corner with the bus to crew Playin' games I used to play back in 79 With the same bull*** and the same old lies If you want some residual, be individual On a nigga nuts cause he rollin' in a 64 Your favorite line is, *** all of y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the mother***in' Jeep Always on the creep, and my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money out your pocket and put it in the middle This ain't no roots-ass ***, get your ass nigga on the fiddle Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mother***in' self I trust When the revolution come, I'mma be up front With my finger on the trigger, I'mma bust my pump When the revolution come, I'mma be right there With my nine in the head, phrase in my head But they don't believe, the revolution is comin' with this Ya mother watch out, watch out watch out watch out watch out, watch out my boy Way back in the days we used to sling em in the street But now when niggas get beat, they wanna go and get they heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you know how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day, niggas can't fight this walk away I'm talkin' fist to cup, with them pistols up and Shoot em from the shoulders to show that you can hold your I sing the song of the fight of the black men in America, in a state of hysteria No longer will I accept the second rate, I plan to set the record straight before I disobey It's the one-two combination, punch to the throat There's a hole in your throat, bitch, that's all you want Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mother***in' self I trust When the revolution come, I'ma be up front With my finger on the trigger, I'm a Mossberg pump When the revolution come, I'ma be right there With my dime in the hand, brains in my head When the revolution come, I'ma be straight loaded Goin' out in the cloud, pistol smoke, the revolution come That nigga is ready for trouble, steady go and get himself killed Sure will South Central Los Angeles is a holocaust of flame and smoke As proud black warriors all come forth to reclaim our destiny and restore our hope To make everyone aware that the rubble of riots still smolders in spots