[Just Blaze]
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Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz
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[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
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Theres no way out, it seems I can't get free
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Sombody tell me what's happenin to me
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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The country bud got me chokin
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I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin
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Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth
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Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
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Don't you know that a killing is thrilling
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All the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
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A born gangsta my daddy was a thug
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Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug
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So when he lit shots
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Niggaz dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor
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A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
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Payin dues, while kids was on their one's and two's
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Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
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Got the Mac .11's swingin from my shoulder
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It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
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I'm livin in a house of pain
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
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Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness surroundin me
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Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
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Visions gettin blury, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
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When your livin in the house of paaaiiinnn
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[2Pac]
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Yhe motherfuckin dust kicker, who can you trust?
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Do you have the heart to see a nigga?
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Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
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Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't even go
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Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame
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From doin flicks to bustin tricks out the fuckin frame
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Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block
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Jealous ass suckers got em duckin from my smokin' glock
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And bustin niggaz asses is to stay alive
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Skinny ass playa watchin bigger motherfuckers fry
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They ask me how I'm livin? how I'm a hustler?
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Buckin busters 'til they die
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Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
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Niggaz got they AK's headin for the burbs
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Aimin at them skin headed bitches let it rain
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Givin 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
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[Nas]
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MJB, be worried niggaz, yea, Nas...
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Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should
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cuz these rappers'll have your phone tapped like Savion Glover
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And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are bloods
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But these Teflons I loaded explodin some mugs
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I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
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But at the drive through I ain't runnin I'm dumpin
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Crazy like a piru and loc'd up, know how Nas do
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I'm callin Henchmen and Conception, to organize a black truce
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And we party hard party wit Nas
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Since they ain't no more - Mardi Gras
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And Bush won't apologize
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I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
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And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize
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Ya'll yellin my name but y'all soon dyin
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Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in
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Cuz they want the real niggaz to die so they can gain
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But neva that, this ain't Everlast, this the House of Pain
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
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Living In Pain
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Notorious B.I.G. |