text: Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggas
  Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free
  Somebody tell me whats happening to me
  The country bud got me chokin
  Im on a mission to the point that motherfuckers think Im smokin
  Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the 8-shot fifth
  Wit 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 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 .22s in my Reebok shoes
  Payin dues, while kids was on their ones and twos
  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 the strain
  Im livin in a house of pain
  Is anybody listenin and tell me can you can see this darkness surrounding me
  Now its gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and its gettin hard to breathe
  Visions gettin blurry, Im gettin worried cause its 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 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 is to stay alive
  Skinny ass playa 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 the burbs
  Aimin at them skin headed bitches let it rain
  Givin em a wet, welcome to the house of pain
  I dont 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 aint got time to kill
  So Im always making moves, always on to the next
  Hip-Hop is a test, if I dont 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 P.V. 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 aint bangin
  97 lost a small soldier, and now its steady rainin
  Guess thats 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, Im still spittin game
  Yeah, my life is good, but Im still in the house of pain