Living in Pain (feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige and Nas)

作词 : Nasir Jones/Notorious B.I.G./Tupac Shakur/Lamont Dozier/Mario Winans/Sean "Puffy" Combs/Randy Walker/Michael Carlos Jones/Mary J.Blige

作曲 : Nasir Jones/Notorious B.I.G./Tupac Shakur/Lamont Dozier/Mario Winans/Sean "Puffy" Combs/Randy Walker/Michael Carlos Jones/Mary J.Blige

Welcome to the house of pain,

Just Blaze niggas

Theres no way out,

It seems I can't get free

Somebody tell me what's happening to me

The country bud got me chocking

I'm on a mission to the point mother****ers

Think I'm smoking

Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth

Wit the extra clip for that extra shit

Don't you know that Killing is thrilling

All the blood spilling,

Is all up on the drug dealing

A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug

Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug

So when he lit shots

Niggas dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor

A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes

Paying dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's

Now I'm much older, colder, **** a holster

Got the Mac .11's swinging from my shoulder

It's a damn shame

I got to put my mom through the strain

I'm living in a house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain

When the mother****er dust kicker,

Who can you trust?

Who gave you the heart to see a nigga?

Before you bust,

My name is spoken on the tongue so many foes

Bustin mother****ers out the blocks and I ain't even go

Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame

From doing fix to bustin tricks out the ****in frame

Got these niggas on my jock nigga on my block

Jealous ass suckers got it ducking for my ****ing gloc

And bustin ****ing ass is to stay aliv

Skinny ass player watching victim mother****ers fry

They ask me how I'm living? how I'm a hustler?

Bucking busters ttil they die

Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?

****s got they AK's heading for the bir

Aiming at free ass ****ers let 'em rai

Giving 'em, wetting 'em,

Welcome to the house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain

Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should

Cause 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 exploding some mugs

I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"

But at the drive through I'm ain't running I'm dumping

Crazy like a paru and load up,

Know how Nas do

I'm calling Henchmen to save shit ,

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 suckers y'all idolize

Ya'll yelling my name but y'all soon die in

Trying to portray real but they be ly-in

Cause they want the real ****ers to die so they can gam

But never that,

This ain't never lasting this is the house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain