Lyrics:

Synesthesic, synesthetic...
Revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me, you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
There's more to follow, I'll stay in touch
Get lit up, when you talking out your face
Get hit up, the detective's gon' close the case
Get lit up, see you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up, bottle after bottle, one more DUI
Get lit up, you gon' have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up, oh, you ain't got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up, yeah, I heard what you said, what you said
Even if you living with an army, it's still off with your head
I know y'all think I'm out my mind (out my mind)
You're fired if you are one minute late
I don't play about my time (get your shit and go)
Even when a nigga sleep, I hustle, that's how I grind (how I grind)
If you try to take food off my table
I'ma kill, I'ma die about mine (die about mine)
Uh, if I gotta do a murder, I ain't losing no sleep, I'ma sleep so peaceful
Show up at the funeral like I ain't did nothing
Give condolences to all of your people
I'm a crip grim reaper, say my name five times
I'ma make you pay for all of your evil
And if I do a drive by, I do it in a Lamborghini
I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha-ha)
Was from a hood called 'Trust my people'
From a block named show 'Love boulevard'
Now I'm from a hood called 'Fuck my people'
From a block named 'No love boulevard'
Now how can I ball, how can I ball? (How can I ball?)
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
Get lit up, when you talking out your face
Get hit up, the detective's gon' close the case
Get lit up, see you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up, bottle after bottle, one more DUI
Get lit up, you gon' have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up, oh, you ain't got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up, yeah, I heard what you said, what you said
Even if you living with an army, it's still off with your head
Oh, nigga, I lit yo' whole street
Thats the .50, if you still living, that mean you dove deep
I'm a hood regular, but you ain't known in these streets (oh Jezz)
So connected, 'Ro don't need a telephone in these streets
On MLK in every city, it's a real nigga hustling (hey)
And fuck niggas in the way, they just on the field fumbling (hey)
But I ain't got no time for that, gun in the front with a pound in back
I give a nigga what he looking for
I bet, he won't do it no more, you can see where his mind is at
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I'm cocoa pops up in this bitch (up in this bitch)
Murder gangs, once they start, it ain't no stopping in this bitch
It's Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
I'ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
God, forgive me, I don't want to be a devil
But these niggas be and these bitches be
Having meetings 'bout killing me
For more show money and more hoe money
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
I don't pretend to be 'cause I am
Y'all already know what I'm talking 'bout
But we gon' keep that on the low
'Cause real killers don't talk a lot
Get lit up, when you talking out your face
Get hit up, the detective's gon' close the case
Get lit up, see you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up, bottle after bottle, one more DUI
Get lit up, you gon' have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up, oh, you ain't got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up, yeah, I heard what you said, what you said
Even if you living with an army, it's still off with your head