Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggas
Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free
Somebody tell me whats happening to me
The country bud got me chokin
Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth
Wit 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 wit the hollow point slug
So when he lit 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
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 a house of pain
Is anybody listenin and 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 your 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 blocks and 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 is to stay alive
Skinny ass playa 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 the burbs
Aimin at them skin headed bitches let it rain
Givin em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
I dont know how long I can deal with this
Big, Pac!
Yeah....
My mama always use to tell me I should say what I feel
And never sell out to the biz, I aint got time to kill
So Im always making moves, always on to the next
Hip-Hop is a test, if I dont pass, I got nothing left
Nowadays, niggas claimin that they straight out the hood
Some of em real about it, most of em is just some little goodie goods
Who should demolish em? The nigga in the blue hoodie should
Straight outta Davis all the way to P.V. and Wynnewood
These niggas talk alot, but when they see me, they scary
These hoes wanna smash and marry, this pain is too much for a young nigga to carry
Still flying that blue flag, but I aint bangin
97 lost a small soldier, and now its steady rainin
Guess thats how it is, but, nigga, we just kids
Thinkin that we gotta do everything our pops did
Pac, I still got my head up, Big, Im still spittin game
Yeah, my life is good, but Im still in the house of pain