Letra de My Own Hell
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 demonsMidwestside was record company comprised of all friends Who grew up together and shared ends Nobody stepped on nobody's toes Diamond was executive producer, Juan had beats I had flows Scooby 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 'Til we got to Quincy's and Diamond told Scooby and them to sit outside That's when the tension started to build Niggas started feeling unappreciated and then shit got real! '97 Quincy called back for me and Juan I told my Rogue Dog niggas 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 nigga" Scooby didn't like the way he spent his money on promos T-shirts and money to pay Brian 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 niggas wanted me to ride Hell yeah I'm down, Tecca Nina's on both sides Hogstyle's like "Fuck 'em, 'cause they didn't believe in 57 Midwestside's the same, but the love, I'm trynna find my way to heavenYo... This is my own hell nigga, this is my own hell Just tryna make my records sell Off in my own hell nigga, this is my own hellWe went to Cali to hook with QD3 They wanted the superstar to be me Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west signed me to Qwest Didn't know I was in for some more Perspective mess Qwest fighting Midwestside over a single All the way from the love angel to Kris Kringle CEO of Midwestside fighting QD over my budget QD fighting Qwest 'cause he never loved it Warner Bros. fighting back and forth with my artists 'Cause the bitch who's handling money's retarded Qwest don't like Midwestside, QD3 don't like Qwest 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 Novocaine That's because I didn't know the game Midwestside, Juan, and QD3 Q-W-E-S-T fighting all over me Sway and Tech tripping with Q over a check he didn't pay But I suffer (Man I suffer) Nigga I suffer at the end of the dayYo... 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 hellFemale friends started not to like my woman When they found out 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 niggas for the grip hoes Wifey don't like me hanging out with E and Beans 'Cause when we be seeing E and Beans wifey be seeing things Beans don't like Sheryl 'cause Sheryl fine as hell And Beans thinks Sheryl will take the dick to show and tell Sheryl don't like Beans 'cause 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 'cause something seems fishy 'Cause all my relations iffy iffy Wifey thinks Big Sonya would try to fuck Big Sonya knew if she try wifey was down to buck Now all these niggas in my rhyme are my people No one can save them not even a steeple could make 'em equal You're all my sisters, my brothers But I'm tired of mediating, I'ma sit and watch y'all kill each motherfucking otherYo... 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