Notorious B.I.G. - Living in pain Lyrics
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- Living in pain Lyrics
Album: Duets: The Final Chapter [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 [2Pac] 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] [Nas] 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]
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