Stretch - House of Pain lyrics
[Intro: Scarface] Ugh, born in hell, is back [Verse 1: 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 box, 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 to stay alive Skinny a** player watchin' bigger motherf**ers fry They ask me how I'm livin? Haaah I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard? n***as got they AKs headin' for the 'burbs Aimin' at them skin head b**hes let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain [Hook] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo, I'm hunting down this n***a and he knows so he's stressin' He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson 'Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the MAC And lay that a** down on this mothaf**in' back jack Slack is somethin' that a n***a don't take His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his f**in' wake Make way, that n***a play me the other day I'm walking with my son, and the n***a had somethin' to say Aiy, the n***a tried to diss boy, he got it twisted He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed For k**in' mothaf**ers like him So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and k** him with a grin Flim, flam, goddamn, I'm not the one Before I'ma choke him and smoke him I'ma smack him with my f**in' gun Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know ya name But welcome to the House of pain [Hook] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain (*Coughing*) [Verse 3: 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' Yeah that sick n***a Biggie wit' the 8 shot flip Wit the extra clip for that extra sh** Don't you know that k**ing 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 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] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain