Artist: Live Squad f/ 2Pac, Notorious B.I.G., Scarface Album: House of Pain (Promo CD-S) Song: House of Pain Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: Scarface] Ugh, born in hell, is back [Verse 1: 2Pac] When the motherfuckin' dust kicker, who can you trust? do have you the heart to see a nigga? Before you bust, my name is spoken on the tongue of 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 doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock, niggaz on my block Jealous-Ass-Suckers got it duckin' for my fuckin' glock And bustin' niggaz ass is to stay alive Skinny-Ass-Player watchin' victim motherfuckers fry They ask me how I'm livin? how I'm a hustler? Buckin' busters til they die Now it's on in the ghetto you ain't heard? Niggaz got they AK's headin' for the bird Aimin' at them skin head bitches let them rain Givin' them, wettin' them, welcome to the house of pain... [Chorus: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain, house of pain welcome to the house of pain [Verse 2: Stretch] don't run, got this nigga and he knows that we stressin' he better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson cause Stretch about to teach him, when I reach him with the Mack and leave that ass down on this mothafuckin' pack-Jack slide you somethin' that a nigga don't take cause mamms runnin' treasure, I'ma see her in this fuckin' wake make way, that nigga play me the other day I'm walking with my son, and the nigga had somethin' to say aiy, the nigga tried to diss boy, he got it twisted he should've watch Amercans Most, I'm listed for killin' mothafuckers like him so I'ma bring him to the House of Pain and kill him with this grim Flim, flam, goddamn, I'ma mack mothafucker before I'ma choke him and smoke him I'ma smack him with my fuckin' gun son you make your lavish dig and I don't know the name so welcome to the House of pain... [Chorus: X2] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain, house of pain welcome to the house of pain (*Coughing*) [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] The country bud got me chokin' I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin' Yeah that sick nigga Biggie wit the H-shot fifth Wit the extra clip for that extra shit Don't you know that killin' is thrillin' All the blood spillin, is all up on the drug dealin' A broad gangster 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 Payin' 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 swingin' from my shoulder It's a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain I'm livin' in a house of pain... [Chorus - repeat to fade] House of pain, house of pain, house of pain, house of pain welcome to the house of pain