Z-Mane, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Living In Pain lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Z-Mane, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. - Living In Pain lyrics]
Welcome to the house of pain
Just Blaze niggas
There's no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me what's happening to me
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
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
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
I don't know how long I can deal with this
Big, Pac! Yeah
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 PV 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
Just Blaze niggas
There's no way out, it seems I can't get free
Somebody tell me what's happening to me
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
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
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
I don't know how long I can deal with this
Big, Pac! Yeah
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 PV 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