Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - Living In Pain lyrics

[Just Blaze] Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze n***az [Intro: Mary J. Blige] Theres no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happening to me [Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got me chocking I'm on a mission to the point motherf**ers think I'm smoking Yea that sick n***a Biggie wit the H-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra sh** Don't you know that k**ing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all up on the drug dealing A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug So when he lit shots n***az dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor A little n***a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Paying dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's Now I'm much older, colder, f** a holster Got the Mac .11's swinging from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain I'm living in a house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listening and tell me can you see this darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe And it's gettin blurry, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see When you're living in the house of pain [2Pac] When the motherf**er dust kicker, who can you trust? Who gave you the heart to see a n***a? Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongue 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 doing fix to bustin tricks out the f**ing frame Got these b**hes on my jock n***az on my block Jealous a** s**ers got it ducking for my f**ing glock And bustin n***az a** is to stay alive Skinny a** player watching victim motherf**ers fry They ask me how I'm living? how I'm a hustler? Bucking busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard? n***az got they AK's heading for the bird Aiming at free a** b**hes let 'em rain Giving 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to the house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] [Nas] MJB, be worried n***az, yea, Nas... Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should Cause these rappers'll have your phone tap like Savion Glover And on the West the police corrupt, some are bloods But these Teflon I loaded exploding some mugs I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood" But at the drive through I'm ain't running I'm dumping Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do I'm calling Henchmen to save sh**, to organize a black truth 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 yelling my name but y'all soon die in Trying to portray real but they be ly-in Cause they want the real n***az to die so they can game But never that, this ain't never lasting this is the house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]