ARTIST(s):        Notorious B.I.G. f/ 2Pac, Mary J. Blige, Nas
SONG TITLE:     Living in Pain
ALBUM:             Duets: The Final Chapter
BY:                     HitEmUpRobbo

[Just Blaze]
Welcome to The House of Pain, Just Blaze niggaz
[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
There’s no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me - what's happenin to me
[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 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, fuck 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 The House of Pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin and tell me can you see this
Darkness be surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder
And it's gettin hard to breathe
And it's gettin blury, I'm gettin worried
Cause it's gettin hard to see
When your lampin in The House of Paaaiiinnn
The motherfuckin 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 of so many foes
Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks I ain't even go
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 niggaz on my block
Jealous ass suckers got it duckin for my fuckin glock
And bustin niggaz ass is to stay alive
Skinny ass playa watchin victim motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin? - How I'm a hustler?
Buckin busters ‘til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
Niggaz got they AK's headin for the bird (House of Pain)
Aimin at free ass bitches let 'em rain
Givin 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to The House of Pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
MJB, be worried niggaz, yea, Nas...
Yea.., Wuttup B.I…’Pac
Wendy Williams say "I stay dust maybe I should"
Cuz these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove
And on the West yo police corrupt, some are bloods
But these Teflon I loaded explode in 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 Conception
To organize a Black Truce
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 yellin my name, but y'all soon die in
Who tryin to portray real but they be ly-in
Cuz they want the real niggaz to die - so they can gain
But neva that, this ain't Everlast, this The House of Pain
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]