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It is I that you see. 
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.

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