Living In Pain

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happenin' to me The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point motherf**kers think I'm smokin' Yeah, 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, f**k 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 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' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're living in the house of pain When the motherf**kin' 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' motherf**kers 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 f**kin' frame Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block Jealous a*s s*ckers got it duckin' for my f**kin' glock And bustin' niggaz a*s is to stay alive Skinny a*s playa watchin' victim motherf**kers fry They ask me how I'm livin' how I'm a hustler? Buckin' busters till 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 a*s bitches let 'em rain Givin' 'em, wettin' 'em, welcome to the house of pain 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' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're living in the house of pain 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 s*ckers y'all idolize Y'all yellin' my name but y'all soon die in Tryin' to portray real but they be lyin' '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 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' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're living in the house of pain