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Versuri No more pain
- 2Pac

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 motherf***kin room
On the same level
This s***t here, hahahaha
Please, no more pain
That's right nigga
Hey drop that s***t 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, f***k 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 motherf***kers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb s***t
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 motherf***ker came
When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherf***kin 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 f***k your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some a*s tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the

sure you've heard of all the freaky s***t 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 a*s
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 bulls***t
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, f***kin with me you'll be deceased
Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain.

Chorus 8X


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