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2pac - wit' no more pain lyrics

[intro]
hey, devante
n+gga, don’t cha know we’re gonna sow up every b+tch in the country?
me and you, up in the same motherf+cking room, on the same level
this sh+t here (hardcore to the brain), hahahaha
please, no more pain
(hardcore to the brain) that’s right, n+gga
hey, drop that sh+t, boy

[verse 1]
my adversaries cry like hoes, fully eradicate my foes
my lyrics explode on contact, gaming you hoes
who else but mama’s only son? f+ck the phony n+ggas, i’m the one
say my name, watch b+tchеs come
now, fire when rеady, stay watching our figure
increase speed, make you motherf+ckers bleed from your mouth quicker
plus, all these n+ggas that cha run with be on some dumb sh+t
tricking on hoes, i ain’t the one, b+tch
holla my name and witness game official, it’s so sick
have every single b+tch that came wit’ chu on my d+ck
plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
i’m moving you stupid b+tches, this is telekinesis
am i reaching your brain? n+gga, how can i explain?
how vicious this thug motherf+cker came
when i die, i want to be a living legend, say my name
affiliated with this motherf+cking game, wit’ no more pain
[chorus]
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (yeah, n+gga, no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (what? what, n+gga?)
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)
i came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (no pain, n+gga)
let’s go inside my astral plane (no pain)

[verse 2]
line up my adversaries, blast on sight
and f+ck your boyfriend, b+tch, i want some ass tonight
you know my steelo
alizé and cristal, weed
sure you heard of all the freaky sh+t they say about me, huh?
plus, all you busters is jealous
pull your gun out and blast
i dare you n+ggas to open fire
i’ll murder that ass
and disappear before the cops come running
my glock’s spitting rounds, n+ggas falling down, clutching they stomach
it’s westside, death row, thug n+ggas on the rise
busters shot me five times, real n+ggas don’t die
can ya hear me? laced with this game, i know you feel me
spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
my only fear of death is reincarnation
heart of a soldier with a brain a teach your whole nation and feeling no more pain
[verse 3]
“bury me”, that’s what they all say
it’s time da make a k!lling, sure da make a million wit’ devante
b+tch, i know you want me, what cha 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 da bullsh+t
freaky b+tch, come give me kiss
tell them n+ggas from other areas, brothers from here
so obsessed with this money making, it ain’t nothing we fear
now they label me a troublemaker ’cause i’m a rider
death to you player haters, don’t let me find cha
mama made me rugged, baptized the public
now you all thugs, n+gga, don’t cha love it?
it’s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
wasn’t too sure what cha facing, so, watch the guns bust
you n+ggas will bleed, f+cking with me, you’ll be deceased
never resting in peace, n+gga, wit’ no more pain

[outro/collision]
hahahahaha, yeah, n+gga, yeah
hahahaha, no more pain
it’s just like that, n+gga, like that, yeah, no more pain
motherf+ckers can’t handle that sh+t
much too much for these b+tches, no more pain
feel me, n+gga? feel me?
how ya figure you can f+ck with me? no more pain
fully+automatic+type sh+t, no more pain
coward+ass n+ggas, cowards
come put cha mouth on this pistol, n+gga
come put cha mouth on the pistol, no more pain
close your eyes, n+gga, do it
die in the dark, no more pain
say, “thug life, baby”
death row, so, what chu motherf+ckers do? hahaha
hey, that’s devante dropping that beat like that, biatch
in case you wondering
and jealous n+ggas
hahaha, see y’all n+ggas, motherf+cking n+ggas are sh+t, hey
westside
death to everybody that ain’t down with me
that’s on, feel me? hahaha
oh, yeah, to them cowards
you know who i mean, we still bad boy k!ller
thug life
sh+t don’t stop
crossed+eye, fat, down+syndrome, motherf+ckers
weak+ass n+ggas, dancers turned, f+cking ceos, haha
put cha mouth on this pistol, n+gga
put cha mouth on the pistol
hahahaha, yeah, n+gga, no more pain
prison ain’t changed me, n+gga, it made me worse
feel me, n+gga, hahaha, no more pain
hey, devante, i’m giving these motherf+ckers choices
n+ggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
that’s on you, n+gga, what cha wanna do?
last year, we was letting these n+ggas kick up dust
this year, you motherf+ckers gon’ be dust
thug life, n+gga, westside

- 2pac lyrics

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