Welcome to the House of Pain
Just Blaze, niggas
Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free
Somebody tell me whats happened to me
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 tried to squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes
Payin dues, while kids was on their 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 the strain
Im livin in the house of pain
Is anybody listenin?
Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me?
Nights gettin colder, heavy on my shoulder
And its gettin hard to breathe
Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried
Cause its gettin hard to see
When youre livin in the house of pain
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, high, Im a hustler
Buckin busters til they die
Now its on in the ghetto, you aint heard?
Niggas got they AKs headin for the burbs
Aimin at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin em a wet welcome to the House of Pain
Is anybody listenin? Tell me can you can see
This darkness surrounding me
Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder
And its gettin hard to breathe 
Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried 
Cause its gettin hard to see 
When youre livin in the house of pain
Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should
Cause these rappersll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove
And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods
But these Teflons I loaded explodin some mugs
Im like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru
I aint runnin, Im dumpin, crazy like a Piru
And locd up, know how Nas do
Im callin Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce
Then we party hard, party with Nas
Since there aint no more - Mardi Gras
And Bush wont apologize
I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
And .45s for them suckers yall idolize
Yall yellin my name, but yall soon dyin
Tryin to portray real but they be lyin
Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain
But never that, this aint Everlast, this the House of Pain
Is anybody listenin? Tell me can you can see
This darkness surrounding me
Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder
And its gettin hard to breathe
Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried
Cause its gettin hard to see
When youre livin in the house of pain