[Intro: 2Pac]
Hey DeVante
n***a, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every b**h in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherf**in room
On the same level
This sh** here, hahahaha
Please, no more pain
That's right n***a
Hey drop that sh** 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** the phony n***az I'm the one
Say my name, watch b**hes come, now fire
when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed
Make you motherf**ers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these n***az that you run with, be on some dumb sh**
Trick on the hoes, I ain't the one b**h
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single b**h that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm movin you stupid b**hes, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin your brain? n***a how can I explain?
How vicious this Thug motherf**er came
When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherf**in 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** your boyfriend
b**h, I want some a** tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the
sure you've heard of all the freaky sh** they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you n***az to open fire, I'll murder that a**
And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds
n***az fallin down clutchin they stomach
It's Westside, d**h Row, Thug n***az on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real n***az 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 d**h 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 k**in
Sure to make a million with DeVante
b**h 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**
Freaky b**h, come give me kiss
Tell them n***az 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
d**h to you playa haters, don't let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, baptised the public
Now you hard thugs, n***a 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***az'll bleed, f**in with me you'll be deceased
Never restin in peace n***a, with no more pain
[Chorus 8X]
[Tupac talking over the chorus]
Hahahahaha, yeah n***a, yeah! Hahahaha
No more pain
It's just like that n***a, like that yeah
No more pain
Motherf**ers can't handle that sh**
Much too much for these b**hes
No more pain
Feel me n***a? Feel me?
How you figure you can f** with me?
Fully automatic type sh**
No more pain
Coward a** n***az, cowards
Come put your mouth on this pistol n***a
Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes n***a, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
d**h Row, so what you motherf**ers do?
Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH
In case you wonderin
And jealous n***az, hahaha, see y'all n***az
Motherf**in n***az are sh**
Hey
[chorus being whispered in the background]
Westsiiiiiide! d**h 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** don't stop
Motherf**ers got Downs Syndrome, motherf**ers
Weak a** n***az, skanless c*nts, f**in C.E..O.'s
Put your mouth on this pistol n***a
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Hahahaha, yeah n***a no more pain
Prison ain't changed me n***a, it made me worse
Feel me n***a, haha
No more pain
Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherf**ers choices
n***az can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
That's on you n***a, what you wanna do?
Last year we was lettin these n***az kick up dust
This year you motherf**ers gonna be dust
Thug Life n***a Westsiiiiide!