text: Born Again, 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 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 I’m livin?
  I’m 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 head bitches let it rain 
  Givin em a wet welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain , house of pain, house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain , house of pain , house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  Yo, I’m hunting down this nigga and he knows so he’s stressin
  He better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson
  Cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the MAC
  And lay that ass down on this motherfuckin back, jack
  Slack is somethin that a nigga dont take
  His moms run the church, so Ima see her at his fuckin wake
  Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
  Im walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin to say
  Hey, the nigga tried to diss, boy, he got it twisted
  He shouldve watch Americans Most, Im listed
  For killin mothafuckers like him
  So Ima bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with a grin
  Flim-flam, goddamn, Im not the one
  Before Ima choke him and smoke him
  Ima smack him with my fuckin gun
  Son youve made your last mistake and I dont know your name 
  But welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain , house of pain , house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  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 killing is thrilling?
  All the blood spilling is all a part of drug dealing
  A born gangster, 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 their 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
  House of pain, house of pain, house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain , house of pain , house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  House of pain, house of pain , house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain 
  House of pain , house of pain , house of pain
  Welcome to the house of pain
  Woah, woah 
  Woah, woah 
  Woah, woah 
  Woah, woah
  Woah, woah 
  Woah, woah
  Woah, woah
  Woah, woah
  Woah, woah