[Just Blaze]

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz



[Intro: Mary J. Blige]

Theres no way out, 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 8-shot fifth

Wit the extra clip for that extra shit

Don't you know that a killin is thrillin

All the blood spillin, is all a part of drug dealin

A born 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 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 your lampin in the house of paaaiiinnn



[2Pac]

Yhe motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust?

Do you have 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 smokin' glock

And bustin niggaz ass is to stay alive

Skinny ass playa watchin bigger 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 Teflons 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 piru and loc'd 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 dyin

Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in

Cuz they want the real niggaz to die so they can gain

But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is the house of pain



[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]