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The Notorious B.I.G.

"Living In Pain"

[Intro]
[Just Blaze]
Welcome to the House of Pain
Just Blaze, n*ggas

[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 motherf*ckers think I'm smokin'
Yeah, that sick n*gga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
With the extra clip for that extra sh*t
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
n*ggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little n*gga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids was on their one's and two's
Now I'm much older, colder, f*ck 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 a 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

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
The motherf*ckin' dust kicker, who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a n*gga, before you bust?
My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherf*ckers 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 f*ckin' frame
Got these b*tches on my jock, n*ggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin' from my smokin' Glock
And bustin' n*ggas asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin' bigger motherf*ckers 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?
n*ggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead b*tches, 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, n*ggas)
'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 n*ggas 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

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