Yukmouth - RevelationzLyrics

Welcome. It is I that you see. Little boys an girls.... Revelationz. Listen. Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever? 'cause nigga, we livin on hell nigga. This is hell mutha fuckas. Verse 1 Uh. All my life it's like I'm fuckin around wit the wrong people make a movie about my life an it be a long sequel bout people livin off free-be's an brick cheese that's how that shit be's, out here you have to grind to get g's no Bently flippin less yo name is Felix Mitchell listen little boys an girls my mama could barely pay the fuckin rentin my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin white bitches fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in women he used to take me an my Village potnas to go swimmin he drove a BMW, they father drove a lemon nigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs I had to sleep on the fuckin rug where the roaches was I hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gas to get some cash you had to store the coke, we mop his ass my pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from me if I didn't give it to her, she'd beat my ass butt-naked homie the only way I would see a movie was out wit the homies I'm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo me my daddy told me when I was very young that he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about Colombians an I could come stay wit him if I didn't like the way that moms treat me I juss didn't like the way that moms beat me wit Tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objects so I juss got to sky the fuck up out these projects I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero 5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow there goes another nigga straight to the pen by the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I know here I go again livin wit my grama, then my auntie my uncle where ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundle swindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefits but me I wasn't gettin shit spend my shit on nay kids that's what they did fuck relatives if I don't do my thang now, I never lived never gone get it if you sit on yo ass so fuck math class I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass like son like dad I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags look at the back of my ass, beat the sag, it's big cash involved but we all get caught up an sent to juvenille halls scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls my mama abused alcohol my pops an inmate an me I'm sweepin halls to intake hate my mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86 every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit so much shady shit done happened to me, I can't put it behind me the Lord took my mama life in '93 God bless her soul 'cause she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they ass this shit makin me mad high ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell, I tried to tell my sister that he'd get paid half settlement, me 56 G's my big sister 56 G's my little sister 106 G's Ripley's won't believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us a quarter a mill ticket to split I can't deal wit this shit I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybe mama you died I cried 'cause you missed the gold an platinum plaques I bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rap now I'm breakin off scratch an burnin zags wit Sparkle that's my little sister askin the Lord why did you make her life so awful next thing you know my pops go in '95 he died of AID's it's either suicide of cry fo days an weeks an months blowin blunts, keep away flashes no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes I ask if, he spare my life 'cause all I got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wife recite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas like fo the first time in my life I'm makin bread, doin it right but at night seems like I'm hunted probably because jackmoves an licks I've done it what goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach bitches screamin at Summit that's how you busta niggas want it but I still juss get blunted in big six hundreds niggas done, done it done deal nigga, been there like Dre blowin hay in the air on the free-way pray forgive me God is what I would say I gotta lot of days to count blessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouth see task an bounce now I blow hash at half an ounce smoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha fucka! 'cause this is hell nigga. If you ain't know, nigga. This hell nigga. Right now. Armegeddon. Nigga, done deal. Done deal. Uh. This live. Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em, you know what I'm sayin. All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through, they do, done did the same shit. Let's do it, juss salute niggas. Juss do our thang, fuck everybody, let's ride this shit. Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever. Mushrooms an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit, let's get high an juss reminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through. An ask yoself...."why the fuck am I here?" 'cause this is hell nigga. An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, 'cause yo ass on hell nigga, 'cause you a bad mutha fucka like me. Done deal, uh, uh. (livin in hell, dead mutha fuckas, uh) (livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2x this Earthel is hell mutha fucka.