[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin'
I'm on a mission to the point that mother****ers 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 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 tried to squeeze .22's in my Reebok shoes
Payin' dues, while kids were on their one's and two's, huh
Now I'm much older, colder, **** a holster
Got the MAC-11 swingin' from my shoulder
It's a damn shame I got to put my momma through the strain
I'm livin' in the house of pain
[TUCC]
It's so crazy that things are we the scene,
Rhyme with the G-6, The age of 14's
Smoking on light green, selling white rocks
All the pinot who are running from these white cops
So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler
Between seeing shit, watching it, the triple nigga double
Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot
Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
The mother****in' 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' mother****ers 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 ****in' 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 mother****ers fry
They ask me how I'm livin', high, I'm a hustler
Buckin' busters 'til they die
Now it's on in the ghetto, you ain't heard?
Niggas got they AK's headin' for the 'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the House of Pain
[TUCC]
It's so crazy the things that we the scene
Rhyme with the G-6,The age of 14's
Smoking on light green, selling white rocks
All the pinot who are running from these white cops
So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler
Between seeing shit, watching it, the triple nigga double（okay）
Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot
Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah
Seventeen and an eight-foot bod, shiv it
Super cream so mean and to be heavy
I keep the beams steady like I keep the tracks up and throw away
Nah, Nah, now I got the nap, pump it
I'm about to jank some way to ****in' forget
First nigga move, eight, make them take a dump nap
I speak cold rats, cause my heart's so frozen
Big ever phone, I walkin' like with my eyes closed
I call the tab, bo, where that beat is real shit
I ain't no good talk, speak that real shit
tryna get a deal with
Always like a Satan, **** it, I saw myself
Sixty-four niggas, ain't there?
Yeah, y'all, okay, we keep this shit throwin' down
Say this or maybe she not gettin' drugged out
They say I'm bored, y'all, I tell her the same
That's how you gotta be, in this house of pain
It's so crazy that things are we the scene,
Rhyme with the G-Sister, The age of 14's
Smoking on light green, selling white rocks
All the pinot who are running from these white cops
So, the broken mother****ers lakin' on the gun, hustler
Between seeing shit, and watching it, the triple nigga double
Machine, gun, shit, down the house, play the robot
Your boy, your dope, AK', little trouble, yeah