Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living in Pain , by - The Notorious B.I.G.. Release date: 12.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Living in Pain |
| 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 |
| 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 |