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Intro: 2Pac



Hey DeVante

Nigga, don`tcha know we`re gonna sow up every bitch in the country

Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room

On the same level

This shit here, hahahaha

Please, no more pain

That`s right nigga

Hey drop that shit boy



Verse One: 2Pac



My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes

My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes

Who else but Mama`s only son, fuck the phony niggaz I`m the one

Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire

when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed

Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker

Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit

Trick on the hoes, I ain`t the one bitch

Holla my name and witness game official, it`s so sick

Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick

Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased

I`m movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis

Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain?

How vicious this Thug motherfucker came

When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name

Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain



Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man`s "Bring the Pain")



I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let`s go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*)



(repeat 4X)



Verse Two: 2Pac



Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend

Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo

Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the

sure you`ve heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh

Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast

I dare you niggaz to open fire, I`ll murder that ass

And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock`s spittin rounds

niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach

It`s Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise

Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don`t die

Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me

Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me

My only fear of death is reincarnation

Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation

And feelin no more pain



Chorus 4X



Verse Three: 2Pac



Bury me that`s what they all say, it`s time to make a killin

Sure to make a million with DeVante

Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes

You don`t wanna get with me, that`s a lie

I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit

Freaky bitch, come give me kiss

Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here

So obsessed with this money makin it ain`t nothin we fear

Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I`m a ridah

Death to you playa haters, don`t let me find ya

Mama made me rugged, baptised the public

Now you hard thugs, nigga don`t you love it

It`s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must

Wasn`t too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust

You niggaz`ll bleed, fuckin with me you`ll be deceased

Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain



Chorus 8X



[Tupac talking over the chorus]

Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha

No more pain

It`s just like that nigga, like that yeah

No more pain

Motherfuckers can`t handle that shit

Much too much for these bitches

No more pain

Feel me nigga? Feel me?

How you figure you can fuck with me?

Fully automatic type shit

No more pain

Coward ass niggaz, cowards

Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain

Close your eyes nigga, do it

Die in the dark, no more pain



Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?

Hey that`s DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH

In case you wonderin

And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y`all niggaz

Motherfuckin niggaz are shit

Hey



(chorus being whispered in the background)

Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain`t down with me

That`s on, feel me? Hahaha

Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean

Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don`t stop

Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers

Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.`s

Put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Put your mouth on the pistol!

Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain

Prison ain`t changed me nigga, it made me worse

Feel me nigga, haha

No more pain

Hey DeVante I`m givin these motherfuckers choices

Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us

That`s on you nigga, what you wanna do?

Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust

This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust

Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!

Intro: 2Pac



Hey DeVante

Nigga, don`tcha know we`re gonna sow up every bitch in the country

Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room

On the same level

This shit here, hahahaha

Please, no more pain

That`s right nigga

Hey drop that shit boy



Verse One: 2Pac



My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes

My lyrics explode on contact, gamin you hoes

Who else but Mama`s only son, fuck the phony niggaz I`m the one

Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire

when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed

Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker

Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit

Trick on the hoes, I ain`t the one bitch

Holla my name and witness game official, it`s so sick

Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick

Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased

I`m movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis

Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain?

How vicious this Thug motherfucker came

When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name

Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with no more pain



Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man`s "Bring the Pain")



I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain

Let`s go inside my astral plane (no more pain *variations*)



(repeat 4X)



Verse Two: 2Pac



Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend

Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo

Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the

sure you`ve heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh

Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast

I dare you niggaz to open fire, I`ll murder that ass

And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock`s spittin rounds

niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach

It`s Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise

Busters shot me five times, real niggaz don`t die

Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me

Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me

My only fear of death is reincarnation

Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation

And feelin no more pain



Chorus 4X



Verse Three: 2Pac



Bury me that`s what they all say, it`s time to make a killin

Sure to make a million with DeVante

Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say? Now, watch your eyes

You don`t wanna get with me, that`s a lie

I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit

Freaky bitch, come give me kiss

Tell them niggaz from other areas, brothers from here

So obsessed with this money makin it ain`t nothin we fear

Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I`m a ridah

Death to you playa haters, don`t let me find ya

Mama made me rugged, baptised the public

Now you hard thugs, nigga don`t you love it

It`s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must

Wasn`t too sure what you facin so watch the guns bust

You niggaz`ll bleed, fuckin with me you`ll be deceased

Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain



Chorus 8X



[Tupac talking over the chorus]

Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha

No more pain

It`s just like that nigga, like that yeah

No more pain

Motherfuckers can`t handle that shit

Much too much for these bitches

No more pain

Feel me nigga? Feel me?

How you figure you can fuck with me?

Fully automatic type shit

No more pain

Coward ass niggaz, cowards

Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain

Close your eyes nigga, do it

Die in the dark, no more pain



Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?

Hey that`s DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH

In case you wonderin

And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y`all niggaz

Motherfuckin niggaz are shit

Hey



(chorus being whispered in the background)

Westsiiiiiide! Death to everybody that ain`t down with me

That`s on, feel me? Hahaha

Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean

Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don`t stop

Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers

Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.`s

Put your mouth on this pistol nigga

Put your mouth on the pistol!

Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain

Prison ain`t changed me nigga, it made me worse

Feel me nigga, haha

No more pain

Hey DeVante I`m givin these motherfuckers choices

Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us

That`s on you nigga, what you wanna do?

Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust

This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust

Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!

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