Live Squad - House of Pain lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] Ugh, born in hell, is back [Verse 1: 2Pac] The motherf**in' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do have you 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 box, I ain't even gone Now how the hell do you explain, my claim to fame From doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the f**in' frame Got these b**hes on my jock, n***as on my block Jealous Ass s**ers got it duckin' for my smokin' Glock And bustin' n***as a**es to stay alive Skinny-Ass-Player watchin' bigger motherf**ers fry They ask me how I'm livin? Haaah 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 head b**hes let it rain Givin' them a big welcome to the house of pain [Hook: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo, i'm hunting down this n***a and he knows so he's stressin' He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the Mack And lay that a** down on this mothaf**in' back Jack Slack is somethin' that a n***a don't take His moms run the church, so I'mma see her at his f**in' wake Make way, that n***a play me the other day I'm walking with my son, and the n***a had somethin' to say Aiy, the n***a tried to diss boy, he got it twisted He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed For k**in' mothaf**ers like him So I'mma bring him to the House of Pain and k** him with a grin Flim, flam, goddamn, I'm not the one Before I'mma choke him and smoke him I'mma smack him with my f**in' gun Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know ya name But welcome to the House of pain [Hook: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain (*Coughing*) [Verse 3: 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' Yeah that sick n***a Biggie wit the 8 shot flip Wit the extra clip for that extra sh** Don't you know that k**ing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangster my daddy was a thug Had a .38 with the hollow point slug So when he licked 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 for me Now I'm much older, colder, f** a holster Got the Mac .11's 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 - repeat to fade] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain