(feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige, Nas)
[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 happenin to me
[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point motherf**ers think I'm smokin
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**in is thrillin
All the blood spillin, is all up on the drug dealin
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
Payin 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 swingin from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my mom 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
And it's gettin blury, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
When you're living in the house of paaaiiinnn
[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 doin fix to bustin tricks out the f**in frame
Got these b**hes on my jock n***az on my block
Jealous a** s**ers got it duckin for my f**in glock
And bustin n***az a** is to stay alive
Skinny a** playa watchin victim motherf**ers 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?
n***az got they AK's headin for the bird
Aimin at free a** b**hes let 'em rain
Givin '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
cuz 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 explodin some mugs
I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
But at the drive through I'm ain't runnin I'm dumpin
Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do
I'm callin 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 yellin my name but y'all soon die in
Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in
Cuz they want the real n***az to die so they can game
But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is the house of pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]