NO MORE PAIN
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 mother in room On the same level 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
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 mother ers 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 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 mother er came When I die
I wanna be a livin legend
say my name Affiliated with this mother in game
with no more pain Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man s "Bring the Pain") I came to bring the pain
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 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 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
in 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 Mother ers can t handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can 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 mother ers do? Hey that s DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin And jealous niggaz
hahaha
see y all niggaz Mother in 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 Mother ers got Downs Syndrome
mother ers Weak ass niggaz
skanless s
in 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 mother ers 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 mother ers 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 mother in room On the same level 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
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 mother ers 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 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 mother er came When I die
I wanna be a livin legend
say my name Affiliated with this mother in game
with no more pain Chorus: (interpretation of Method Man s "Bring the Pain") I came to bring the pain
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 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 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
in 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 Mother ers can t handle that shit Much too much for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can 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 mother ers do? Hey that s DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH In case you wonderin And jealous niggaz
hahaha
see y all niggaz Mother in 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 Mother ers got Downs Syndrome
mother ers Weak ass niggaz
skanless s
in 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 mother ers 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 mother ers gonna be dust Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!
