2Pac House of Pain song lyrics
Feat The Notorious B.I.G. 2Pac House of Pain song lyrics
Born again
The motherfucking 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, I don't even go
Now how the hell do you explain my claimed fame
From doing flick to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock, niggaz on my block
Jealous ass suckas got to duckin' from my smokin' glock
And bustin' niggaz asses just to stay alive
Skinny assed nigga watchin' bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin'
I'ma hustler buckin' bustas till they die
Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard
Niggaz got they AK's headed for the burbs'
Aiming at the skin head bitches, let it rain
(House of pain)
Givin' them a big 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 blessin's and get ready for this lesson
'Cuz Stretch gonna teach him when he reach him with the mack
And lay that ass down on his motherfucking back jack
Slack is something that a nigga don't take
His mom's run the church so I'ma see her at his fuckin' wake
Make way, the nigga payed me the other day
I'm walkin' with my son and the nigga had somethin' to say
Hey, the nigga tried to diss, boy he got it twisted
He shoulda watched Amerikaz most, I'm listed
For killing motherfuckers like him
So I'ma bring him to the house of pain and kill him with a grin
Flim flam, goddamn, I'm not the one to choke him
And smoke him I'm gonna smack him with my fuckin' gun
Son, you make your last mistake and I don't know your name
(House of pain)
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 chocking
I'm on a mission 'til the point that motherfuckers think I'm smoking
Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie with the eight shot flip
Got a extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling
All the blood spilling is all the part of drug dealing
A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug
Had a 38 with a hollow point slug
So when he licks shots, niggaz drop quicker
Than a bootlegger, sells his Liquor
A little nigga tryna squeeze 22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues while kids was on there one's and two's
But now I'm much older, colder fuck a holdsta
Got them Mack 11's swingin' from my shoulda
It's a damn shame, I gotta put my momma through this strain
(House of pain)
I'm living 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
This is a tribute, Bad Boy, house of pain, born again