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 

Chorus: Boots 

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 this revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH! 

[Boots] 

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! 

Chorus 

.. 

[Boots] 

Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa 

Wit 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 want to 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..) 

Chorus 

[ragga chat] 

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 (2X) 

[Pam the Funkstress] 

Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah 

This is the Pam the Funkstress 

comin at you, on the microphone like thisss 

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 raining 

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)