My Very Good Friend In the Looking Glass

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