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letra de wit' no more pain - 2pac

[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

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