Тональность: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
A
Edim
Welcome
Dm
Gm
Dm
A
to the house of pain,
Dm
Just Blaze niggaz
Verse 2
Gm
[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
Theres no we,
Edim
it seems I can't get free
Sombody tell me what's
Gm
Edim
A
happenin to me
Verse 3
Dm
[Notorious B.I.G.]
The country bud got me chokin
I'm on a mission to the point
motherfuckers think I'm smokin
Yea 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
Gm
A
A broad gangsta my daddy was a thug
F#m
Em
A
Had a .38 wit the hallow point slug
Dm
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
A
G
It's a damn shame I got to put my
Gm
F#m
mom through the strain
Em
I'm livin in a house of pain
Verse 4
Dm
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Is anybody listenin and tell me can you
can see this God be surroundin me
Now it's gettin colder heavy on my shoulder
A
and it's gettin hard to breathe
Dm
And it's gettin blury, I'm gettin worried
cause it's gettin hard to see
Edim
When your lampin in the house
Gm
Bb
of paaaiiinnn
Gm
A
[2Pac] When
Verse 5
Dm
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 doin fix to bustin tricks
out the fuckin frame
A
G
Got these bitches on my jock
F#m
Em
Jealous ass suckers got it duckin
Dm
for my fuckin glock
And bustin niggaz ass is to stay alive
Skinny ass playa 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
A
Aimin at free ass bitches let 'em rain
F#m
Givin 'em, wettin 'em, welcome to
Em
A
the house of pain
Dm
Verse 6
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Verse 7
Edim
worried niggaz, yea,
Gm
A
Nas...
Verse 8
Dm
Wendy Williams say I stayed
dust maybe I should
cuz 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
Dm
I'm like Furious in "Boyz In the Hood"
But at the drive through I'm
ain't runnin I'm dumpin
A
Crazy like a paru and load up,
know how Nas do
F#m
I'm callin Henchmen to save shit,
Em
to organize a black truth
Dm
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
Dm
Ya'll yellin my name but
y'all soon die in
Tryin to portray real but they be ly- in
A
Cuz they want the real niggaz to die
G
A
so they can game
F#m
Em
But neva that, this ain't neva lastin this is
Interlude 1
Dm
A
Dm
Verse 9
Dm
Em
Edim
[Chorus: Mary
Gm
J. Blige]
Outro 1
A
Dm
A
F#m
Em
A
Dm
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