text: Welcome to the House of Pain
  Just Blaze, niggas
  Theres no way out, it seems I cant get free
  Somebody tell me whats happened to me
  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 tried to 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 the strain
  Im livin in the house of pain
  Is anybody listenin?
  Tell me, can you can see this darkness surrounding me?
  Nights 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 youre 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 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, high, 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 skinhead bitches, let it rain
  Givin em a wet welcome to the House of Pain
  Is anybody listenin? 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 youre livin in the house of pain
  Wendy Williams say I stayed dusted, maybe I should
  Cause these rappersll have your phone tapped like Savion Glove
  And on the West, yo, police corrupt, some are Bloods
  But these Teflons I loaded explodin some mugs
  Im like Furious in Boyz n the Hood, but at the drive-thru
  I aint runnin, Im dumpin, crazy like a Piru
  And locd up, know how Nas do
  Im callin Henchmen and Concepcion, to organize a black truce
  Then we party hard, party with Nas
  Since there aint no more - Mardi Gras
  And Bush wont apologize
  I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
  And .45s for them suckers yall idolize
  Yall yellin my name, but yall soon dyin
  Tryin to portray real but they be lyin
  Cause they want the real niggas to die so they could gain
  But never that, this aint Everlast, this the House of Pain
  Is anybody listenin? 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 youre livin in the house of pain