House of Pain
"It's the same murder! You
Made our streets into
What these people call the 'killing field!'"
The motherfuckin' 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 box
I ain't even go now how the hell do you
Explain my claim to fame?
From doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin'
From my smokin' Glock
And bustin' niggas asses to stay alive
Skinny ass player watchin'
Bigger motherfuckers fry
They ask me how I'm livin', I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?
Niggas got they AKs headin' for them 'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain
"In a city that's upset by the challenge
Of racial tension at many levels
Where the level of violence is
Higher this year than last"
"Our city is a war zone"
Yo, I'm hunting down this nigga and
He know so he stressin'
He better count his blessings and
Get ready for this lesson
The Stretch 'bout to teach him when
I reach him with the MAC
And lay that ass down
On his motherfucking back, jack
Slack is something that a nigga don't take
His moms run the church
So I'ma see her at his fucking wake
Make way, the nigga paid me the other day
I'm walking with my son and the
Nigga got somethin' to say
Hey! The nigga tried to diss, boy
He got it twisted
He shoulda watched America's 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, god damn, I'm not the one
Before I choke him and smoke him
I'm gonna smack him with my fuckin' gun
Son, you made your last mistake and
I don't know your name
But welcome to the House of Pain
"In the second such case in recent memory
A Bronx woman being charged with
Murder in the shooting
Death of her daughter over her crack habit"
(Coughing) Huh
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point
That motherfuckers think I'm smokin'
Yeah, that sick nigga Biggie
With the 8-shot fifth
With the extra clip for that extra shit
Don't you know that a killing is thrilling?
All the blood spilling
Is all a part of drug dealing
A born gangsta, my daddy was a thug
Had a 38 with the hollow-point slug
So when he licked shots, niggas dropped
Quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
A little nigga tryna squeeze 22's
In my Reebok shoes payin' dues
While kids was on they one's and two's
Huh, now I'm much older, colder
Fuck a holster
Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to
Put my momma through this strain
I'm livin' in the house of pain
"He reportedly tried to hide behind
A parked car and
Then beg for his life before he was killed"
"A hostage in Brooklyn threatened with death
We have " "Registered this morning, they
Were kidnapped
Held for ransom and strangled to death"
"They hurt us, humiliated us
Took stuff for granted
Stole from our community"