Revelationz Lyrics - Singles - Yukmouth

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.