2pac - Living In Pain lyrics

[Opening: 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: The 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] [Z-Mane Talking] I don't know how long I can deal with this Big, Pac! Yeah.... [Verse 3: Z-Mane] My mama always use to tell me I should say what I feel And never sell out to the biz, I ain't got time to k** So I'm always making moves, always on to the next Hip-Hop is a test, if I don't pa**, I got nothing left Nowadays, n***as claimin that they straight out the hood Some of 'em real about it, most of 'em is just some little goodie goods Who should demolish 'em? The n***a in the blue hoodie should Straight outta Davis all the way to P.V. and Wynnewood These n***as talk alot, but when they see me, they scary These hoes wanna smash and marry, this pain is too much for a young n***a to carry Still flying that blue flag, but I ain't bangin' 97 lost a small soldier, and now it's steady rainin' Guess that's how it is, but, n***a, we just kids Thinkin' that we gotta do everything our pops did Pac, I still got my head up, Big, I'm still spittin' game Yeah, my life is good, but I'm still in the house of pain [Hook]