The Notorious B.I.G. — House of Pain

[Intro] "It's the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the 'killing field!'" [Verse 1: 2Pac] The 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 tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers 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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AKs headin' for them 'burbs Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain [Interlude] "In a city that's upset by the challenge of racial tension at many levels, where the level of violence is higher this year than last" "Our city is a war zone" [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo, I'm hunting down this nigga and he know so he stressin' He better count his blessings and get ready for this lesson The Stretch 'bout to teach him when I reach him with the MAC And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back, Jack Slack is something that a nigga don't take His moms run the church, so I'ma see her at his fucking wake Make way, the nigga paid me the other day I'm walking with my son and the nigga got somethin' to say Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted He shoulda watched America's Most, I'm listed For killing motherfuckers like him So I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim flam, god damn, I'm not the one Before I choke him and smoke him I'm gonna smack him with my fuckin' gun Son, you made your last mistake and I don't know your name But welcome to the House of Pain [Interlude 2] "In the second such case in recent memory, a Bronx woman being charged with murder in the shooting death of her daughter over her crack habit" [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Coughing) Huh, the country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers 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 all 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 tryna squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on they one's and two's Huh, now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain I'm livin' in the house of pain [Outro] "He reportedly tried to hide behind a parked car and then beg for his life before he was killed" "A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death, we have—" "Registered this morning, they were kidnapped, held for ransom and strangled to death" "They hurt us, humiliated us, took stuff for granted, stole from our community"