Living In Pain - The Notorious B.I.G.

Welcome to the house of pain,

Just Blaze niggaz

Theres no way out,

It seems I can't get free

Somebody tell me what's happening to me

The country bud got me chocking

I'm on a mission to the point motherf**kers

Think I'm smoking

Yea that sick ni**a Biggie wit the H-shot fifth

Wit the extra clip for that extra sh*t

Don't you know that Killing is thrilling

All the blood spilling,

Is all up on the ** dealing

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 ni**a tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes

Paying 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 swinging from my shoulder

It's a damn shame

I got to put my mom through the strain

I'm living in a house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain

When the motherf**ker dust kicker,

Who can you trust?

Who gave you the heart to see a ni**a?

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 doing fix to bustin tricks out the f**king frame

Got these b**ches on my jock niggaz on my block

Jealous a** suckers got it ducking for my f**king glock

And bustin niggaz a** is to stay alive

Skinny a** player watching victim motherf**kers fry

They ask me how I'm living? how I'm a hustler?

Bucking busters ttil they die

Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?

Niggaz got they AK's heading for the bird

Aiming at free a** b**ches let 'em rain

Giving 'em, wetting 'em,

Welcome to the house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain

Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should

Cause 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 exploding some mugs

I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"

But at the drive through I'm ain't running I'm dumping

Crazy like a paru and load up,

Know how Nas do

I'm calling Henchmen to save sh*t,

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 suckers y'all idolize

Ya'll yelling my name but y'all soon die in

Trying to portray real but they be ly-in

Cause they want the real niggaz to die so they can game

But never that,

This ain't never lasting this is the house of pain

Is anybody listening and tell me

Can you see this darkness surrounding me

Now it's getting colder heavy on my shoulder

And it's getting hard to breathe

And it's getting blurry,

I'm getting worried cause it's getting hard to see

When you're living in the house of pain