Yukmouth - Revelationz Lyrics
Welcome.It is I that you see.Little boys an girls.... revelationz.Listen.Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha *****as live fo ever?Cuz nigga, we livin on hell nigga.This is hell mutha *****as.Verse 1Uh.All my life its like Im *****in around wit the wrong peopleMake a movie about my life an it be a long sequelBout people livin off free-bes an brick cheeseThats how that shit bes, out here you have to grind to get gsNo bently flippin less yo name is felix mitchell listenLittle boys an girls my mama could barely pay the *****in rentinMy daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpinWhite *****es fo doe, he was a jiggalo livin in womenHe used to take me an my village potnas to go swimminHe drove a bmw, they father drove a lemonNigga in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugsI had to sleep on the *****in rug where the roaches wasI hung wit thugs always rollin dice an pumpin gasTo get some cashYou had to store the coke, we mop his assMy pops would give me cash, but my mama would take it from meIf I didnt give it to her, shed beat my ass butt-***** homieThe only way I would see a movie was out wit the homiesIm always bummy, had no money, they would pay it fo meMy daddy told me when I was very youngThat he was on the run, I heard him mention somethin about colombiansAn I could come stay wit him if I didnt like the way that moms treat meI juss didnt like the way that moms beat meWit tonka toys, in front of my boys hit me wit objectsSo I jussGot to sky the ***** up out these projectsI left behind my moms an sisters so relentlessNever thought theyd get evicted an be sleepin on benchesMy pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up frisco on novero5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbowThere goes another nigga straight to the penBy the age 10, done lived wit every relative, an friend I knowHere I go againLivin wit my grama, then my auntieMy uncleWhere ever I go niggas would gank me fo my bundleSwindle my check, wit section 8 an medi-cal benefitsBut me I wasnt gettin shitSpend my shit on nay kidsThats what they did***** relativesIf I dont do my thang now, I never livedNever gone get it if you sit on yo assSo ***** math classIm on the ave wit crack fo that assLike son like dadI love the smell of money, hash an zig-zagsLook at the back of my ass, beat the sag, its big cashInvolved butWe all get caught up an sent to juvenille hallsScrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawlsMy mama abused alcoholMy pops an inmateAn me Im sweepin halls to intakeHateMy mama carried the weight aint seen my pops since 86Every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shitSo much shady shit done happened to me, I cant put it behind meThe lord took my mama life in 93God bless her soulCuz she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued theyAssThis shit makin me madHigh ass lawyer we had melvin bell, I tried to tell my sister that hedGet paid halfSettlement, me 56 gsMy big sister 56 gsMy little sister 106 gsRipleys wont believe that for the life of my mama they only gave us aQuarter a mill ticket to splitI cant deal wit this shitI wish you was here to see me get this deal wit chris, an noo-trybeMama you died I criedCuz you missedThe gold an platinum plaquesI bet you never thought yo little black ass son could rapNow Im breakin off scratchAn burnin zags wit sparkleThats my little sister askin the lord why did you make her life soAwfulNext thing you know my pops goIn 95 he died of aidsIts either suicide of cry fo daysAn weeks an monthsBlowin blunts, keep away flashesNo funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashesI ask if, he spare my lifeCuz all I got is my nieces, my two sisters, an my wifeRecite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas likeFo the first time in my life Im makin bread, doin it rightBut at night seems like Im huntedProbably because jackmoves an licks Ive done itWhat goes around comes around, hollow point tip rounds to my stomach*****esScreamin at summitThats how you busta niggas want itBut I still juss get blunted in big six hundredsNiggas done, done itDone deal nigga, been there like dreBlowin hay in the air on the free-wayPrayForgive me God is what I would sayI gotta lot of days to countBlessed, went from claimin sets wit yay up in my mouthSee task an bounceNow I blow hash at half an ounceSmoke out to the facial blessed to be livin on hell mutha *****a!Cuz this is hell nigga.If you aint 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 Im sayin.All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through, they do, done didThe same shit.Lets do it, juss salute niggas.Juss do our thang, ***** everybody, lets ride this shit.Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit, whatever.Mushrooms an shit, xtacys an all that shit, lets get high an jussReminise about all that dangerous shit we done went through.An ask yoself....why the ***** am I here?Cuz this is hell nigga.An the good die early, an the mutha *****in bad stay fo ever, cuz yo assOn hell nigga, cuz you a bad mutha *****a like me.Done deal, uh, uh.(livin in hell, dead mutha *****as, uh)(livin in hell, dead niggas dwell, uh) 2xThis earthel is hell mutha *****a.
