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Just Blaze
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze
Intro: Mary J. Blige
Theres no way out, it seems I can't get free
Sombody tell me what's happenin to me
Notorious B.I.G.
The country bud got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point motherfkers think I'm smokin
Yea that sick nigg* Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra s**t
Don't you know that a killing 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 hallow point slug
So when he lit shots
dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigg* 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, fk a holster
Got the Mac .11's swingin from my shoulder
It's a d*mn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
I'm livin in a house of pain
Chorus: Mary J. Blige
Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
Visions gettin blury, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
When your livin in the house of paaaiiinnn
2Pac
Yhe motherfkin dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigg*?
Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin motherfkers 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 fkin frame
Got these girls on my jock on my block
Jealous as* suckers got em duckin from my smokin' glock
And bustin is to stay alive
Skinny as* playa watchin bigger motherfkers fry
They ask me how I'm livin? how I'm a hustler?
Buckin busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
got they AK's headin for the burbs
Aimin at them skin headed girls let it rain
Givin 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
Chorus: Mary J. Blige
Nas
MJB, be worried , yea, Nas...
Wendy Williams say I stayed dust 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 In the Hood"
But at the drive through I ain't runnin I'm dumpin
Crazy like a piru and loc'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 suckers 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 to die so they can gain
But neva that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain
Chorus: Mary J. Blige