Nas - Living In Pain lyrics

[Produced by Just Blaze] [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: 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: Mary J. Blige] [Verse 3: Nas] MJB, be worried n***as, yea, Nas Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted 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 n the Hood" But at the drive through I ain't runnin' I'm dumpin' Crazy like a Piru and locc'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 s**ers 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 n***as to die so they can gain But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain [Hook: Mary J. Blige]