Its the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the killing field!
The motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga, before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin motherfuckers out the box, I aint even go
Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?
From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame
Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin Glock
And bustin niggas asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how Im livin, Im a hustler
Buckin busters til they die
Now its on in the ghetto, you aint heard?
Niggas got they AKs headin for them burbs
Aimin at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain
In a city thats upset by the challenge of racial tension at many levels, where the level of violence is higher this year than last
Our city is a war zone
Yo, Im hunting down this nigga and he know so he stressin
He better count his blessings and get ready for this lesson
The Stretch bout to teach him when I reach him with the MAC
And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back, Jack
Slack is something that a nigga dont take
His moms run the church, so Ima see her at his fucking wake
Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
Im walking with my son and the nigga got somethin to say
Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
He shoulda watched Americas Most, Im listed
For killing motherfuckers like him
So Ima bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
Flim flam, god damn, Im not the one
Before I choke him and smoke him
Im gonna smack him with my fuckin gun
Son, you made your last mistake and I dont know your name
But welcome to the House of Pain
In the second such case in recent memory, a Bronx woman being charged with murder in the shooting death of her daughter over her crack habit
 Huh, the country bud got me chokin
Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
With the extra clip for that extra shit
Dont you know that a killing is thrilling?
All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 with the hollow-point slug
So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigga tryna squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes
Payin dues, while kids was on they ones and twos
Huh, now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder
Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain
Im livin in the house of pain
He reportedly tried to hide behind a parked car and then beg for his life before he was killed
A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death, we have—
Registered this morning, they were kidnapped, held for ransom and strangled to death
They hurt us, humiliated us, took stuff for granted, stole from our community