(feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige, Nas)    [Just Blaze]  Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz    [Intro: Mary J. Blige]  Theres 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 motherfuckers think I'm smokin  Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-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 a house of pain    [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]  Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness 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 you're living in the house of paaaiiinnn    [2Pac]  When the motherfucker 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 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 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  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...    Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should  cuz these rappers'll have your phone tap like Savion Glover  And on the West the police corrupt, some are bloods  But these Teflon I loaded explodin some mugs  I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"  But at the drive through I'm ain't runnin I'm dumpin  Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do  I'm callin Henchmen to save shit, to organize a black truth  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  Tryin to portray real but they be ly-in  Cuz they want the real niggaz to die so they can game  But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is the house of pain    [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]