The Notorious B.I.G. — Living in Pain

[Intro: Just Blaze] Welcome to the House of Pain Just Blaze, niggas [Bridge: Mary J. Blige] There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happened to me [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes Payin' dues, while kids was on their 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 the strain I'm livin' in the house of pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me? Nights gettin' colder, heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of pain [Verse 2: 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', high, I'm a hustler Buckin' busters 'til they die Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard? Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Nas] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe (MJB) Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried (Be worried, niggas) 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see (Yeah, Nas) When you're livin' in the house of pain (What up, B.I., Pac?) [Verse 3: Nas] Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should 'Cause these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove' And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods But these Teflons I loaded explodin' some mugs I'm like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru I ain't runnin', I'm dumpin', crazy like a Piru And loc'd up, know how Nas do I'm callin' Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce Then we party hard, party with Nas Since there 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 Y'all yellin' my name, but y'all soon dyin' Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin' 'Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain But never that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see This darkness surrounding me Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder And it's gettin' hard to breathe Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're livin' in the house of pain