House of Pain

[Intro: Scarface] Ugh, born in hell, is back [Verse 1: 2Pac] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do have you 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 gone 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, niggas on my block Jealous Ass Suckers got it duckin' for my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive Skinny-Ass-Player watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I’m livin? Haaah 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 skin head bitches let it rain Givin' them a big welcome to the house of pain [Hook: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain [Verse 2: Stretch] Yo, i’m hunting down this nigga and he knows so he’s stressin' He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the Mack And lay that ass down on this mothafuckin' back Jack Slack is somethin' that a nigga don't take His moms run the church, so I'mma see her at his fuckin' wake Make way, that nigga play me the other day I'm walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin' to say Aiy, the nigga tried to diss boy, he got it twisted He should've watch Americans Most, I'm listed For killin' mothafuckers like him So I'mma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin Flim, flam, goddamn, I'm not the one Before I'mma choke him and smoke him I'mma smack him with my fuckin' gun Son you've made your last mistake and I don't know ya name But welcome to the House of pain [Hook: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain (*Coughing*) [Verse 3: 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 wit the 8 shot flip Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that killing is thrilling All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing A born gangster 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 for me Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the Mac .11's 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 [Hook - repeat to fade] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain Welcome to the house of pain