Yukmouth Revelationz Lyrics

Thugged Out: The Albulation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla
  • 2 Do Yo Thug Thang
  • 3 City of Dope
  • 4 Thugged Out
  • 5 Ridaz
  • 6 Stallion
  • 7 Father Like Son
  • 8 Hater
  • 9 U Love 2 Hate
  • 10 Ice Cream Man
  • 11 It's in My Blood, Part II
  • 12 Still Ballin'
  • 13 Revelationz
  • 14 Rolex Rulez
    CD 2
  • 1 Sad Millionaire
  • 2 The Ballers Feud
  • 3 Pop Da Collar
  • 4 My Buddy
  • 5 Extortion
  • 6 Menage A Trois
  • 7 Falling
  • 8 Mackin vs Pimpin
  • 9 Gangsta Bitch
  • 10 Rap-A-Lot Mafia
  • 11 Sacrifice My Life
  • 12 Baller Mode
  • 13 Bumbell
  • 14 Secret Indictment
  • Welcome.
    It is I that you see.
    Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
    Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha ****as live fo ever?
    'cause *****, we livin on hell *****.
    This is hell mutha ****as.

    Verse 1

    All my life it's like I'm ****in 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 **** 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 ****in rentin
    my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin
    white *****es 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
    ***** in the end my mama kept spendin money on gin an drugs
    I had to sleep on the ****in 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 ***
    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 *** 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 **** 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 ****, sewin up Frisco on novero
    5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
    there goes another ***** 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 *****s would gank me fo my bundle
    swindle my check, wit Section 8 an medi-cal benefits
    but me I wasn't gettin ****
    spend my **** on nay kids
    that's what they did
    **** relatives
    if I don't do my thang now, I never lived
    never gone get it if you sit on yo ***
    so **** math class
    I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ***
    like son like dad
    I love the smell of money, hash an zig-zags
    look at the back of my ***, 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
    my mama carried the weight ain't seen my pops since '86
    every year, in an outta jail fo crazy ****
    so much shady **** 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
    this **** makin me mad
    high *** 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 ****
    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 *** 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
    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 **** that *****s 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
    screamin at Summit
    that's how you busta *****s want it
    but I still juss get blunted in big six hundreds
    *****s done, done it
    done deal *****, been there like Dre
    blowin hay in the air on the free-way
    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 ****a!

    'cause this is hell *****.
    If you ain't know, *****.
    This hell *****.
    Right now.
    *****, done deal.
    Done deal.
    This live.
    Every ***** done had this **** happen to 'em, you know what I'm sayin.
    All my potnas, every ***** I tell that I went through, they do, done did
    the same ****.
    Let's do it, juss salute *****s.
    Juss do our thang, **** everybody, let's ride this ****.
    Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that ****, whatever.
    Mushrooms an ****, Xtacy's an all that ****, let's get high an juss
    reminise about all that dangerous **** we done went through.
    An ask yoself...."why the **** am I here?"
    'cause this is hell *****.
    An the good die early, an the mutha ****in bad stay fo ever, 'cause yo ***
    on hell *****, 'cause you a bad mutha ****a like me.
    Done deal, uh, uh.
    (livin in hell, dead mutha ****as, uh)
    (livin in hell, dead *****s dwell, uh) 2x
    this Earthel is hell mutha ****a.

    Written by: Mike Dean, Jerold D Jr. Ellis, Anthony Douglas Gilmour
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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