Living In Pain lyrics

[Intro: Just Blaze]

Welcome to the House of Pain

Just Blaze, niggers

[Bridge: Mary J. Blige]

There's no way out, it seems I can't get free

Somebody tell me what's happened to me

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]

The country bud got me choking

I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smoking

Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth

With the extra clip for that extra shit

Don't you know that a killing 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, niggers dropped

Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor

A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes

Paying dues, while kids was on their one's and two's, huh

Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster

Got the MAC-11 swinging from my shoulder

It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain

I'm living in the house of pain

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

Is anybody listening?

Tell me, can you see this darkness surrounding me?

Nights getting colder, heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

Vision's getting blurry, I'm getting worried

'Cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

The motherfucking dust kicker, who can you trust?

Do you have the heart to see a nigga before you bust?

My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes

Busting motherfuckers out the box, I ain't even go!

Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?

From doing flicks to busting tricks out the fucking frame

Got these bitches on my jock, niggers on my block

Jealous ass suckers got them ducking from my smoking Glock

And busting niggers' asses to stay alive

Skinny ass player watching bigger motherfuckers fry

They ask me how I'm living, high, I'm a hustler

Bucking busters till they die

Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?

Niggers got they AK's heading for the 'burbs

Aiming at them skinhead bitches, let it rain

Giving 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas]

Is anybody listening?

Tell me, can you see this darkness surrounding me?

Now it's getting colder, heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe (MJB)

Vision's getting blurry, I'm getting worried (Be worried, niggers)

'Cause it's getting hard to see (Yeah, Nas)

When you're living in the house of pain

(What up, B.I., Pac?)

[Verse 3: Nas]

Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should

'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove'

And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods

But these Teflons I loaded exploding some mugs

I'm like Furious in Boyz N The Hood, but at the drive-thru

I ain't running, I'm dumping, crazy like a Piru

And loc'd up, know how Nas do

I'm calling Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce

Then we party hard, party with Nas

Since there ain't no more - Mardi Gras

And Bush won't apologize

I got gangster whores Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize

And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize

Y'all yelling my name, but y'all soon dying

Trying to portray real but they be lying

'Cause they want the real niggers to die so they could gain

But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

Is anybody listening?

Tell me, can you see this darkness surrounding me?

Now it's getting colder, heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

Vision's getting blurry, I'm getting worried

'Cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain