House Of Pain

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]

The country bud got me chokin'

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

Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth

With the extra clip for that extra shit

Don't you know that a killing is thrilling?

All the blood spilling is 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 .22's in my Reebok shoes

Payin' dues, while kids were on their one's and two's, huh

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

Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder

It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain

I'm livin' in the house of pain

[TUCC]

It's so crazy that things are we the scene,

Rhyme with the G-6, The age of 14's

Smoking on light green, selling white rocks

All the pinot who are running from these white cops

So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler

Between seeing shit, watching it, the triple nigga double

Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot

Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

The mother****in' 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' mother****ers out the box, I ain't even go!

Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame?

From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the ****in' 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 mother****ers fry

They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler

Buckin' busters 'til they die

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

Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs

Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain

Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain

[TUCC]

It's so crazy the things that we the scene

Rhyme with the G-6,The age of 14's

Smoking on light green, selling white rocks

All the pinot who are running from these white cops

So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler

Between seeing shit, watching it, the triple nigga double（okay）

Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot

Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah

Seventeen and an eight-foot bod, shiv it

Super cream so mean and to be heavy

I keep the beams steady like I keep the tracks up and throw away

Nah, Nah, now I got the nap, pump it

I'm about to jank some way to ****in' forget

First nigga move, eight, make them take a dump nap

I speak cold rats, cause my heart's so frozen

Big ever phone, I walkin' like with my eyes closed

I call the tab, bo, where that beat is real shit

I ain't no good talk, speak that real shit

tryna get a deal with

Always like a Satan, **** it, I saw myself

Sixty-four niggas, ain't there?

Yeah, y'all, okay, we keep this shit throwin' down

Say this or maybe she not gettin' drugged out

They say I'm bored, y'all, I tell her the same

That's how you gotta be, in this house of pain

It's so crazy that things are we the scene,

Rhyme with the G-Sister, The age of 14's

Smoking on light green, selling white rocks

All the pinot who are running from these white cops

So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler

Between seeing shit, and watching it, the triple nigga double

Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot

Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah