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2pac – house of pain (original version) lyrics

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[intro: woman]
the same murder
you made our streets into what these people call the k!lling field

[verse 1: 2pac]
the motherf+ckin’ dust kicker, who can you trust?
do you have the heart to see a n+gga, before you bust?
my name is spoken on the tongues of so many foes
bustin’ motherf+ckers out the box, i ain’t even go!
now how the h+ll do you explain, my claim to fame?
from doin’ fl!cks to bustin’ tricks out the f+ckin’ frame
got these b+tches on my jock, n+ggas on my block
jealous ass suckers got ’em duckin’ from my smokin’ glock
and bustin’ n+ggas asses to stay alive
skinny ass player watchin’ bigger motherf+ckers fry
they ask me how i’m livin? haaah i’m a hustler
buckin’ busters ’til they die
now it’s on in the ghetto you ain’t heard?
n+ggas got they aks headin’ for the ‘burbs
aimin’ at them skin head b+tches let it rain
givin’ ’em a wet welcome to the house of pain

[break: reporter]
in the city, where set by the challenge of racial tension of many levels (echos)
where the level of violence is higher this year than last (echos)
our city is a warzone…
[verse 2: stretch]
yo, i’m hunting down this n+gga and he knows so he’s stressin’
he better count his blessings, and get ready for this lesson
’cause stretch about to teach him, when i reach him with the mac
and lay that ass down on this mothaf+ckin’ back jack
slack is somethin’ that a n+gga don’t take
his moms run the church, so i’ma see her at his f+ckin’ wake
make way, that n+gga play me the other day
i’m walking with my son, and the n+gga had somethin’ to say
hey! the n+gga tried to diss boy, he got it twisted
he should’ve watch americans most, i’m listed
for k!llin’ mothaf+ckers like him
so i’ma bring him to the house of pain and k!ll him with a grin
flim, flam, godd+mn, i’m not the one
before i’ma choke him and smoke him
i’ma smack him with my f+ckin’ gun
son you’ve made your last mistake and i don’t know ya name
but welcome to the house of pain

[break: reporter]
in the second such case in recent memory
a bronx woman saying target a murder in the shooting death of her daughter over a crack habit

(+coughing+)

[verse 3: notorious b.i.g.]
the country bud got me chokin’
i’m on a mission to the point that motherf+ckers think i’m smokin’
yeah that sick n+gga biggie wit’ the 8 shot flip
wit the extra clip for that extra sh+t
don’t you know that k!lling is thrilling
all the blood spilling, is all a part of drug dealing
a born gangster my daddy was a thug
had a .38 with the hollow point slug
so when he l!cked shots
n+ggas dropped quicker than a bootlegger sells his liquor
a little n+gga tried to squeeze .22’s in my reebok shoes
payin’ dues, while kids was on their one’s and two’s
now i’m much older, colder, f+ck a holster
got the mac+11 swingin’ from my shoulder
it’s a d+mn shame i got to put my momma through the strain
i’m livin’ in a house of pain
[outro: various news reporters] he reportedly tried to hide behind the parked car, and then ? pulled his life, before he was k!lled

some hostage in brooklyn threatened with death…

they were kidnapped and held to rest and threatened with death

they hurt us, humiliated us, took us for granted, stole from us…