Notorious B.I.G.
Living in Pain
Feat Mary J. Blige, 2pac and Nas

welcome to the house of pain
just blaze nigga
theres no way out
it seems i cant get free
sombody tell me, what's happened to me?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me choking
I'm on a mission til the point that motherfuckers think i'm smoking
Yeah that sick nigga Biggie
With the eight shot fifth
Got a extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling
Is all the part of drug dealing
A born gangsta
My daddy was a thug
Had a 38
With a hollow point slug
So when he licks shots
Niggaz drop quicker than a Bootlegger
Sells his Liquor
A little nigga tryna squeeze 22's
In my Reebok shoes
Payin dues while kids was on there one's and two's[huh!]
But
Now i'm much older, colder fuck a holdsta
Got them Mack 11's swingin from my shoulda
It's a damn shame, I gotta put my momma through this strain
im livin in the house of pain

(Chorus Mary J. Blige)
is anybody listenin
tell me can u see us
darkness surrounding me
night's gettin colder
heavy on my shoulda
and its gettin hard to breathe
nigga's gettin buried
im gettin worried
cuz its gettin hard to see
when youre livin in a house of pain

(2pac)
The motherfucking dust kicker
Who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga, Before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tounges
Of so many foes, Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks
I don't even go!
Now how the hell do you explain
My claim to fame
From doing flick, To bustin tricks
Out the fuckin frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggaz on my block
Jealous ass suckas got to duckin from my smokin glock
And bustin niggaz asses to stay alive
Skinny assed playa watchin bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how i'm livin
I'ma hustler buckin bustas till they die
Now it's on in the ghetto
You ain't heard?
Niggaz got they AK's headed for the burbs'
Aiming at them skin head bitches let it rain
givin em' a wet welcome to the house of pain

(Chorus)

(Nas)
MJB, be worried niggaz, 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 pyru and load up, know how Nas do
I'm callin 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 yellin my name but y'all soon die in
Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in
Cuz they want the real niggaz to die so they can game
But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is the house of pain

(Chorus)