Hood Revolution lyrics

[Intro: Kirk Franklin & Dee Play4Keeps]
Book of Revelation, Chapter 7, Verses 16 and 17 (Yes, sir)
They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst anymore (Preach, preacher)
For God shall wipe away (Yes, sir), every tear from their eye (Yes, sir)
Get ready, for a revolution (Come on, come on, come on)
Lowkeymali, what's the word?
Grrah

[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
He try to front and I bet he get clapped up
Tryna flip what he said, n*gga, back up
He better run and he better not slow down
Hell no, I ain't puttin' this pole down
Spin through that side, I don't gotta mask up, movin' slimey wit' it, tryna leave 'em
Big knocker, singin' like Selena
He movin' wocky, see 'em, I'ma lean 'em, grrah
Real action, no fiction
Two hands, tryna aim for his biscuit
Free bro, he got locked for the clique
Caught 'em half-ski'd up, word to bro, it get different
Say he smokin' on who? Okay, we ready for war
Where he at? Let's go kick down his doors
Spin wit' the 5th, tryna knock down a 4, grrah
f*ck that, he got sent to the lord
How you spinnin' and n*ggas ain't see you?
Give 'em shots like I'm totin' a needle
Throw the beam on the knock, that's lethal
Real opp spotter, better hope we don't see you
And y'all know what we do in y'all strip
Like, Kurt got hit, MS got spliffed
Told Dee, "Throw a shot at his kidney"
Roscoe pop out, tryna catch him a Drilly
EBK, I don't f*ck wit' no Whoopty
Brodie get mad and he get to tossin'
Everything dead, we ain't givin' no warning
You said what? You can get packed up
Big knock, throwin' shots out the black truck
Take his face off, no I.D
Totin' Brittany, like, how you gon' line me?
Last opp got caught, lucky that it jammed up
TwoK, tell 'em go pick ya' mans up
[Verse 2: Dee Play4Keeps]
Don't run, just back up
First one we see in that V, get packed up
Two knocks, two Os, in the V and we masked up
Don't make me call Move, brodie, he gon' act up
Why these n*ggas be talkin' that chatter?
Where was y'all at when y'all mans got wacked up?
Trey Pound, make that n*gga back up
When I see the opps, yeah, I get mad tough
Like, what? Knocks in the party, don't move
Too tact' wit' a ski, if you think that I'm lackin', you is a fool
3.80, this sh*t got no safety
I be totin' on Vicky, Sally, Katy
I'm goin' up, I know the opps hate me
Like, what? b*tch you buggin' out
If I get hit, that's on bro, I'ma thug it out
See the opps, I start buggin' out
Lee got hit in his back, he was runnin' out
n*gga, suck my di*k, you ain't jackin' me
I keep a pole if they think about clappin' me
Got two twin thots in the back
Give her one in her head if that b*tch try to act
Dudeylo, how many b*tches we had in the spot doin' di*k for the O?
Os up, never Gz, throw up Gz, I'ma blow
How many Hatz saw me and they fold?
Blockwork is a b*tch, how you switch on the bros?
You can't lack where I'm at, gotta keep you a pole
[Outro: Dee Play4Keeps]
Grrah, it's that Dee Play4Keeps n*gga
Os up never Gz, grrah, grrah