[Produced by Just Blaze]
[Just Blaze]
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze n***as
[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
There's no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me what's happening to me
[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point that motherf**ers think I'm smokin'
Yea that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra sh**
Don't you know that a k**ing is thrilling
All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangsta my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 wit the hollow point slug
So when he lit shots, n***as dropped
Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's
Now I'm much older, colder, f** a holster
Got the Mac 11 swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
I'm livin' in a house of pain
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin' and tell me can you can see this darkness surrounding me
Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin' hard to breathe
Visions gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried cause it's gettin' hard to see
When your livin' in the house of pain
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
The motherf**in' dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a n***a before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherf**ers out the blocks and I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the f**in' frame
Got these b**hes on my jock, n***as on my block
Jealous a** s**ers got em duckin' from my smokin' Glock
And bustin' n***as a**es is to stay alive
Skinny a** playa watchin' bigger motherf**ers fry
They ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
n***as got they AK's headin' for the burbs
Aimin' at them skin headed b**hes let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
[Verse 3: Nas]
MJB, be worried n***as, yea, Nas
Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted maybe I should
Cuz these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glover
And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are bloods
But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs
I'm like Furious in "Boyz n the Hood"
But at the drive through I ain't runnin' I'm dumpin'
Crazy like a Piru and locc'd up, know how Nas do
I'm callin' Henchmen and Conception, to organize a black truce
And we party hard, party wit Nas
Since they ain't no more - Mardi Gras
And Bush won't apologize
I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
And .45's for them s**ers y'all idolize
Ya'll yellin' my name but y'all soon dyin'
Tryin' to portray real but they be ly-in
Cuz they want the real n***as to die so they can gain
But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]