Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
 Listen.
 Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
 Cuz 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
 cuz 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 wont 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
 cuz 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
 cuz 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!

 Cuz 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?"
 Cuz this is hell nigga.
 An the good die early, an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, cuz yo ass
 on hell nigga, cuz 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