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letra de no more pain - 2 pac


[intro: 2pac]

hey devante
n-gg-, don’tcha know we’re gonna sow up every b-tch in the country
me and you, up in the same motherf-ckin room
on the same level
this sh-t here, hahahaha
please, no more pain
that’s right n-gg-
hey drop that sh-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-ck the phony n-gg-z i’m the one
say my name, watch b-tches come, now fire
when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
make you motherf-ckers bleed from your mouth quicker
plus all these n-gg-z that you run with, be on some dumb sh-t
trick on the 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 witchu, on my d-ck
plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
i’m movin you stupid b-tches, vicious telekenesis
am i reachin your brain? n-gg- how can i explain?
how vicious this thug motherf-cker came
when i die, i wanna be a livin legend, say my name
affiliated with this motherf-ckin 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-ck your boyfriend
b-tch, i want some -ss tonight, you know my steelo
alize and cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
sure you’ve 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-gg-z to open fire, i’ll murder that -ss
and disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock’s spittin rounds
n-gg-z fallin down clutchin they stomach
it’s westside, death row, thug n-gg-z on the rise
busters shot me five times, real n-gg-z 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
b-tch 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 bullsh-t
freaky b-tch, come give me kiss
tell them n-gg-z 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, n-gg- 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 n-gg-z’ll bleed, f-ckin with me you’ll be deceased
never restin in peace n-gg-, with no more pain

[chorus 8x]

[tupac talking over the chorus]
hahahahaha, yeah n-gg-, yeah! hahahaha
no more pain
it’s just like that n-gg-, 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-gg-? feel me?
how you figure you can f-ck with me?
fully automatic type sh-t
no more pain
coward -ss n-gg-z, cowards
come put your mouth on this pistol n-gg-
come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
close your eyes n-gg-, do it
die in the dark, no more pain

death row, so what you motherf-ckers do?
hey that’s devante droppin that beat like that beyatch
in case you wonderin
and jealous n-gg-z, hahaha, see y’all n-gg-z
motherf-ckin n-gg-z are sh-t

[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, sh-t don’t stop
motherf-ckers got downs syndrome, motherf-ckers
weak -ss n-gg-z, skanless c-nts, f-ckin c.e..o.’s
put your mouth on this pistol n-gg-
put your mouth on the pistol!
hahahaha, yeah n-gg- no more pain
prison ain’t changed me n-gg-, it made me worse
feel me n-gg-, haha
no more pain
hey devante i’m givin these motherf-ckers choices
n-gg-z can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
that’s on you n-gg-, what you wanna do?
last year we was lettin these n-gg-z kick up dust
this year you motherf-ckers gonna be dust
thug life n-gg- westsiiiiide!