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!