《Living in Pain》歌詞:by Blige Jones Jones Shakur … The Notorious B.I.G. mp3歌詞

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“Living In Pain”

(feat. 2Pac, Mary J. Blige, Nas)

[Just Blaze]

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz

[Intro: Mary J. Blige]

Theres no way out, it seems I can’t get free

Somebody tell me what’s happening to me

[Notorious B.I.G.]

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

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

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

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]


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

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]

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