Somehow

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz
 Theres no way out, it seems I can't get free
 Somebody tell me what's happening to me
 The country bud got me chocking
 I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smoking
 Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth
 Wit the extra clip for that extra shit
 Don't you know that Killing is thrilling
 All the blood spilling, is all up on the drug dealing
 A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug
 Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug
 So when he lit shots
 Niggaz dropped quicker than bootlegger sells his liquor
 A little nigga tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
 Paying dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's
 Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster
 Got the Mac .11's swinging from my shoulder
 It's a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain
 I'm living in a house of pain
 Is anybody listening and tell me can you see this darkness surrounding me
 Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
 And it's gettin blurry, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
 When you're living in the house of pain
 When the motherfucker dust kicker, who can you trust?
 Who gave you the heart to see a nigga?
 Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongue so many foes
 Bustin motherfuckers out the blocks and I ain't even go
 Now how the hell do you explain my claim to fame
 From doing fix to bustin tricks out the fucking frame
 Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block
 Jealous ass suckers got it ducking for my fucking glock
 And bustin niggaz ass is to stay alive
 Skinny ass player watching victim motherfuckers fry
 They ask me how I'm living? how I'm a hustler?
 Bucking busters 'til they die
 Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard?
 Niggaz got they AK's heading for the bird
 Aiming at free ass bitches let 'em rain
 Giving 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to the house of pain
 Is anybody listening and tell me can you see this darkness surrounding me
 Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
 And it's gettin blurry, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
 When you're living in the house of pain
 MJB, be worried niggaz, yea, Nas...
 Wendy Williams say I stayed dust maybe I should
 Cause these rappers'll have your phone tap like Savion Glover
 And on the West the police corrupt, some are bloods
 But these Teflon I loaded exploding some mugs
 I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
 But at the drive through I'm ain't running I'm dumping
 Crazy like a paru and load up, know how Nas do
 I'm calling Henchmen to save shit, to organize a black truth
 And we party hard party wit Nas
 Since they ain't no more - Mardi Gras
 And Bush won't apologize
 I got gangsta hoes Kobe Bryant scared to sodomize
 And .45's for them suckers y'all idolize
 Ya'll yelling my name but y'all soon die in
 Trying to portray real but they be ly-in
 Cause they want the real niggaz to die so they can game
 But never that, this ain't never lasting this is the house of pain
 Is anybody listening and tell me can you see this darkness surrounding me
 Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder and it's gettin hard to breathe
 And it's gettin blurry, I'm gettin worried cause it's gettin hard to see
 When you're living in the house of pain