Текст песни The Notorious B.I.G. — Living In Pain
(feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige, Nas)
[Just Blaze]
Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz
[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free
Somebody tell me whats happenin to me
[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin
Im on a mission to the point motherfuckers think Im smokin
Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth
Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
Dont 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 .22s in my Reebok shoes
Payin dudes, while kids was on their ones and twos
Now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster
Got the Mac .11s swingin from my shoulder
Its a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain
Im 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 its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and its gettin hard to breathe
And its gettin blury, Im gettin worried cause its gettin hard to see
When youre living 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 aint 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 Im livin? how Im a hustler?
Buckin busters til they die
Now its on in the ghetto you aint heard?
Niggaz got they AKs 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 rappersll 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
Im like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
But at the drive through Im aint runnin Im dumpin
Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do
Im callin Henchmen to save shit, to organize a black truth
And we party hard party wit Nas
Since they aint no more - Mardi Gras
And Bush wont apologize
I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
And .45s for them suckers yall idolize
Yall yellin my name but yall 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 aint neva lastin this is the house of pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
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