[Intro 1: Taken from Freaky]

I really don't have to tell you much about this one because the song is

like the song is like self-explanatory. You know what I mean? It's

called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle

Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like that. Pretty

personal. Real ruff copy. It's the only one we got. You know what I

mean? I think y'all really love the story. People are nosey and want to

know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell

Produced by Don Juan



[Intro 2]

Nigga, my life is straight conflict

When all I want to do is kick it hard and make bomb shit

Every perimeter I enter is infested with a sinner

Seems like I'm losing and never coming out the winner

Shit, I'm the only one kicking it, everyone else plotting and scheming

But yet they never listen when I say I'm a little piece of love and a

pit full of demons



[Verse 1]

Midwestside was record company comprised of all friends

who grew up together and shared ends

Nobody stepped on nobody's toes

Don Juan was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows

Scoob and Txx Will did promotion

Got it where Mitch Bade was the shit and got Kansas City open

Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona

Three days later Q called us back and it was on

Q told us to wait on putting the record out indy

The record company will make it to where we'll have plenty

So we waited. Should we put this out? We debated

But working with Quincy we were elated

So now we on the road to L.A. and it was live

till we got to Quincy's and Don Juan to Scooby and them to wait outside

That's when the tension started to build

Niggaz started feeling unappreciated and then shit got real!

'97 Quincy called back for me and Juan

I told my Rogue Dog niggaz just to remain calm

I'm bout to make it so we can bling. Get us nice things

and then Don Juan said, "let's mash for our dreams."

Scooby didn't like the way he spent his money on promos

T-shirts and money to make room for logos

He thought he wasn't appreciated, Midwestside depreciated

Gone for the summer and everybody waited

Bakarii didn't like the fact he was down with Mitch Bade

He felt that he should be the next nigga to get paid

Txx Will got tired of being lectured

on distribution so the anted up and started Hogstyle Records

My niggaz wanted me to ride

Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides

Hogstyle's like "Fuck 'em, cuz they didn't believe in 57

Midwestside's the same, but the love, I'm trynna find my way to heaven



[Chorus]

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

Just trynna make my records sell

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell



[Verse 2]

We want to Cali to hook with QD3

They wanted the superstar to be me

Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest

Didn't know I was in for some more perspective mess

Quest fighting Midwestside over a single

All the way from the love angel to Chris Cringle

CEO of Midwestside fighting QD over my budget

QD fighting quest cuz he never loved it

Warner Bros. Fighting back and forth with my artists

cuz the bitch who's handling money is retarded

Quest don't like Midwestside, QD3 don't like Quest

and I'm sitting in the middle depressed

Warner Bros send me four Gs a month

I'm kickin it at parties. Liquor, weed, and cunts

When everybody's fussing and fighting

I'm suffering peacefully like novacaine

That's because I didn't know the game

Midwestside, Juan, and QD3

Q-W-E-S-T fighting over me

Sway and Tech fighting Q over a check he didn't pay

but I suffer. Yeah, I suffer at the end of the day



[Chorus]

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

Just trynna make my records sell

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell



[Verse 3]

My female friends started not to like my woman

when they found my marriage was comin

My wife didn't like my friends from the get go

She say them bitches ain't nothing but fucking famous rapper niggaz for

the grip hoes

Wifey don't like me hanging out with E and Beans

Cuz when we be seeing E and Beans wifey be seeing things

Beans don't like Sheryl cuz Sheryl fine a hell

and Beans things Sheryl will take the dick to show and tell

Sheryl don't like Beans cuz Beans rude

She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude

Sayin he don't like Dr. Wick

but Dr. Wick don't give a shit

Zany got Nicky waiting for the hit

Wifey study entire cuz something look fishy

Cuz all my relations iffy iffy

Wifey thinks Big [?] would try to fuck

Big [?] knew if he try wifey was down to buck

Now all these niggaz in my rhyme are my people

No one can save them not even a steeple could make the equal

You're all my sisters, my brothers

But I'm tired of mediating. I'mma sit back and watch y'all kill each

motherfucking other



[Chorus]

Yo... This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

Just trynna make my records sell

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

This is my own hell, nigga this is my own hell

Just trynna make my records sell

Off in my own hell, nigga this is my own hell