text: Its the same murder! You made our streets into what these people call the killing field!
  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 box, I aint 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 to stay alive
  Skinny ass player watchin bigger motherfuckers fry
  They ask me how Im livin, Im a hustler
  Buckin busters til they die
  Now its on in the ghetto, you aint heard?
  Niggas got they AKs headin for them burbs
  Aimin at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
  Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain
  In a city thats upset by the challenge of racial tension at many levels, where the level of violence is higher this year than last
  Our city is a war zone
  Yo, Im hunting down this nigga and he know so he stressin
  He better count his blessings and get ready for this lesson
  The Stretch bout to teach him when I reach him with the MAC
  And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back, Jack
  Slack is something that a nigga dont take
  His moms run the church, so Ima see her at his fucking wake
  Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
  Im walking with my son and the nigga got somethin to say
  Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
  He shoulda watched Americas Most, Im listed
  For killing motherfuckers like him
  So Ima bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
  Flim flam, god damn, Im not the one
  Before I choke him and smoke him
  Im gonna smack him with my fuckin gun
  Son, you made your last mistake and I dont know your name
  But welcome to the House of Pain
  In the second such case in recent memory, a Bronx woman being charged with murder in the shooting death of her daughter over her crack habit
   Huh, the country bud got me chokin
  Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
  Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the 8-shot fifth
  With the extra clip for that extra shit
  Dont 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 with the hollow-point slug
  So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
  Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
  A little nigga tryna squeeze .22s in my Reebok shoes
  Payin dues, while kids was on they ones and twos
  Huh, now Im much older, colder, fuck a holster
  Got the MAC-11 swingin from my shoulder
  Its a damn shame I got to put my momma through this strain
  Im livin in the house of pain
  He reportedly tried to hide behind a parked car and then beg for his life before he was killed
  A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death, we have—
  Registered this morning, they were kidnapped, held for ransom and strangled to death
  They hurt us, humiliated us, took stuff for granted, stole from our community