Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz [Intro: Mary J. Blige] Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody 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 motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit 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 Niggaz dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor A little nigga 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, fuck a holster Got the Mac .11's swingin from my shoulder It's a damn 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 God be 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 your lampin in the house of paaaiiinnn [2Pac] When the motherfucker 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin frame Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block Jealous ass suckers got it duckin for my fuckin glock And bustin niggaz ass is to stay alive Skinny ass playa watchin victim motherfuckers 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? Niggaz got they AK's headin for the bird Aimin at free ass bitches let 'em rain Givin 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to the house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] [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 paru 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: Mary J. Blige]