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I'm risin' like the vapors from the dank Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank What you thank? Walk the plank Is my motherfuckin' attitude Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin' To the latitude, actin' rude can get you blown up, to'n up But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot I got this nine but it jam on every fifth shot If we gon' do this, we could this but I'm trippin' off The factor that these bastards put me through this Nuttin' ass tricks, gangin' up on my homie Now I gots to do some shit to leave yo' kids lonely The level of my life should be higher Told E-Roc to jump in and get up out the line of fire Made a three point turn as the three joints burned Off they lips, actin' hard wit they face held firm Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk You got a gat, I got a gat, now is you requestin' funk? They said no, E-Roc yelled, Trick When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch I used to work at Mickey D's And to my old buster-ass manager, Licky Deez Had me workin' on hands and knees, scrubbin' grease And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees I would despise flippin' fries I guess his bitch-ass thought he was the shit With his little red and gold tie I asked him why I couldn't get mo' hours He said it must be 'cause I lacked the mental powers If I was smart then I would be in his position I left his nose in a busted up condition Only came back for my last check to pay me off He told me then that he wasn't gonna lay me off Said I should quit and it would be to my enjoyment I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment To all the managers on all the shifts When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa With a raised black fist and a pocket full of scrilla Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path But I do the math, my game bursts like a bubble in the bath Punk asses like you is just here for confusion Be abusin' rhetoric and it's slightly amusin' You be cruisin' all the networks, Ebony and Jet works 'Long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth? If you ain't talkin 'bout endin' exploitation Then you just another Sambo in syndication Always sayin' words that's gon' bring about elation Never doin shit' that's gon' bring us vindication And while we gettin' strangled by the slave-wage grippers You wanna do the same and say we should put you in business? So you'll be next to the rulin' class lyin' in a ditch 'Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch (Snitch, snitch, snitch, snitch) When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch Busterismology, we don't want it, no sir Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer Busterismology, it only fi bustas Busterismology, it only fi bustas Ye, ye, yeah, ye, ye, ye, yeah, this is the Pam the Funkstress Comin' at you on the microphone like this About to break it down and let you know What busterismology is all about A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out For a glass of water when it's rainin', busterism is what busters do And last but not least, busterismology is the study of all these motherfuckers To learn if you do not know, now you know what busterismology is all about Nine-eight (Nine-eight) The Coup (The Coup) Boots (Boots) And me Pam the Funkstress (Pam the Funkstress)