The Notorious B.I.G. - Living In Pain lyrics

(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]