Living In Pain

[Opening: Just Blaze] Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggas [Intro: Mary J. Blige] There's no way out, it seems I can't get free Somebody tell me what's happening to me [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit 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 wit the hollow point slug So when he lit 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 Now I'm much older, colder, fuck 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 [Hook: Mary J. Blige] Is anybody listenin' and 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 Visions gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried cause it's gettin' hard to see When your livin' in the house of pain [Verse 2: 2Pac] The motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? Do you have the heart to see a nigga Before you bust? My name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes Bustin' motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't even go Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame? From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggas on my block Jealous ass suckers got em duckin' from my smokin' Glock And bustin' niggas asses is to stay alive Skinny ass playa watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin', 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 headed bitches let it rain Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain [Hook] [Z-Mane Talking] I don't know how long I can deal with this Big, Pac! Yeah.... [Verse 3: Z-Mane] My mama always use to tell me I should say what I feel And never sell out to the biz, I ain't got time to kill So I'm always making moves, always on to the next Hip-Hop is a test, if I don't pass, I got nothing left Nowadays, niggas claimin that they straight out the hood Some of 'em real about it, most of 'em is just some little goodie goods Who should demolish 'em? The nigga in the blue hoodie should Straight outta Davis all the way to P.V. and Wynnewood These niggas talk alot, but when they see me, they scary These hoes wanna smash and marry, this pain is too much for a young nigga to carry Still flying that blue flag, but I ain't bangin' 97 lost a small soldier, and now it's steady rainin' Guess that's how it is, but, nigga, we just kids Thinkin' that we gotta do everything our pops did Pac, I still got my head up, Big, I'm still spittin' game Yeah, my life is good, but I'm still in the house of pain [Hook]