2Pac Living in Pain Lyrics

[Just Blaze]
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze n____z

[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
Theres no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me what's happenin to me

[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point m_________ers think I'm smokin
Yea that sick n____ Biggie wit the H-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra s___
Don't you know that killin is thrillin
All the blood spillin, is all up on the drug dealin
A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug
Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug
So when he lit shots
n____z dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor
A little n____ tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's
Now I'm much older, colder, f___ a holster
Got the Mac .11's swingin from my shoulder
It's a d___ shame I got to put my mom through the strain
I'm livin in a house of pain

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
And it's gettin blury, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
When you're living in the house of paaaiiinnn

[2Pac]
When the m_________er dust kicker, who can you trust?
Who gave you the heart to see a n____?
Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongue so many foes
Bustin m_________ers out the blocks and I ain't even go
Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame
From doin fix to bustin tricks out the f___in frame
Got these b____es on my jock n____z on my block
Jealous a__ suckers got it duckin for my f___in glock
And bustin n____z a__ is to stay alive
Skinny a__ playa watchin victim m_________ers fry
They ask me how I'm livin? how I'm a hustler?
Buckin busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
n____z got they AK's headin for the bird
Aimin at free a__ b____es let 'em rain
Givin 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to the house of pain

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

[Nas]
MJB, be worried n____z, yea, Nas...

Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should
cuz 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 explodin some mugs
I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
But at the drive through I'm ain't runnin I'm dumpin
Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do
I'm callin Henchmen to save s___, 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 yellin my name but y'all soon die in
Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in
Cuz they want the real n____z to die so they can game
But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is the house of pain