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   Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do   They betta post on the corna with the busta crew   Playin' games I used to play back in '79   With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie   If you want some respect ya won't be individual   On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo'   Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all   But one day there's gonna be a final call   That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep   Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep   So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle   This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh   Ashes to ashes, dust to dust   In my mothafuckin' self I trust....      -Chorus-      Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street   But now when niggaz get beat   They wanna go an' get their heat   Everybody know that you know how to kill   But tell me do you how to let a nigga live   I gotta dream that maybe one day   Niggaz can't fight then walk away   I'm talkin' fist-a-cuffs put the pistols up and shoot 'em from   the shoulders to show that you can hold yours   I sing the song of the fight of the black man   In America   In a state of hysteria   No longa will I accept the second rate   I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey   Its the one - two combination punch to the throat   There's a hole in ya boat bitch   That's all she wrote   Ashes to ashes, dust to dust   In my mothafuckin' self I trust....      -Chorus-