[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 is to 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 in a pit full of demons

[Verse 1]

Midwestside was a 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'll 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 they anted up and started Hoggstyle 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 heaven

[Chorus]

Yo... 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 hell

[Verse 2]

We 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 (Shit)

Warner Bros send me four Gs a month

I'm kickin' it at parties, liquor, weed, and cunts (Yeah)

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 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]

Female 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 see 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 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