| Hey, DeVante
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| Nigga, don’t you know we’re gonna sow up
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| Every bitch in the country?
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| Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room, on the same level
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| This shit here, hahahaha
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| Please, no more pain
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| That’s right, nigga
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| Hey, drop that shit, boy
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| My adversaries cry like ho’s
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| Fully eradicate my foes
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| My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes
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| Who else but Mama’s only son? |
| Fuck the phony niggas, I’m the one
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| Say my name, watch bitches come
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| Now fire when ready, stay watchin' our figure
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| Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
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| Plus all these niggas that you run with be on some dumb shit
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| Trickin' on hoes, I ain’t the one, bitch
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| Holla my name and witness game official, it’s so sick
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| Have every single bitch that came witchu on my dick
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| Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
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| I’m movin' you stupid bitches, this is telekinesis
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| Am I reachin' your brain? |
| Nigga, how can I explain?
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| How vicious this thug motherfucker came
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| When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name
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| Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with no more pain
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| Line up my adversaries, blast on sight
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| And fuck your boyfriend, bitch, I want some ass tonight
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| You know my steelo
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| Alizé and Cristal, weed
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| Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh?
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| Plus all you busters is jealous
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| Pull your gun out and blast
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| I dare you niggas to open fire
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| I’ll murder that ass
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| And disappear before the cops come runnin'
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| My Glock’s spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down, clutchin' they stomach
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| It’s Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise
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| Busters shot me five times, real niggas don’t die
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| Can ya hear me? |
| Laced with this game, I know you feel me
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| Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
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| My only fear of death is reincarnation
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| Heart of a soldier with a brain to teach your whole nation and feelin' no more
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| pain
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (Yeah, nigga, no more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| (What? What, nigga?)
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain)
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (No pain, nigga)
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No pain)
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| Bury me that’s what they all say
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| It’s time to make a killin', sure to make a million with DeVante
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| Bitch, I know you want me, what your mouth say?
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| Now, watch your eyes
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| You don’t wanna get with me, that’s a lie
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| I got my hands on your hips
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| No time to bullshit
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| Freaky bitch, come give me kiss
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| Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here
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| So obsessed with this money makin', it ain’t nothin' we fear
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| Now they label me a troublemaker 'cause I’m a ridah
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| Death to you playa haters, don’t let me find ya
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| Mama made me rugged, baptized the public
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| Now you all thugs, nigga, don’t you love it?
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| It’s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
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| Wasn’t too sure what you facin' so watch the guns bust
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| You niggas will bleed, fuckin' with me, you’ll be deceased
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| Never restin' in peace, nigga, with no more pain
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane
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| I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
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| Let’s go inside my astral plane
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| Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga, yeah! |
| Hahahaha, no more pain
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| It’s just like that, nigga, like that, yeah, no more pain
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| Motherfuckers can’t handle that shit
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| Much too much for these bitches, no more pain
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| Feel me, nigga? |
| Feel me?
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| How you figure you can fuck with me? |
| No more pain
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| Fully automatic type shit, no more pain |
| Coward-ass niggas, cowards
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| Come put your mouth on this pistol, nigga
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| Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
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| Close your eyes, nigga, do it
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| Die in the dark, no more pain
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| Say Thuuuuuuuug Life, baby
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| Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? |
| Hahaha
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| Hey, that’s DeVante droppin' that beat like that, biatch!
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| In case you wonderin'
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| And jealous niggas
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| Hahaha, see y’all niggas, motherfuckin' niggas are shit, hey
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| Westside! |
| Death to everybody that ain’t down with me
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| That’s on, feel me? |
| Hahaha
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| Oh yeah, to the cowards
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| You know who I mean, it’s still Bad Boy Killa
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| Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don’t stop
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| Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers
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| Weak-ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs
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| Put your mouth on this pistol, nigga
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| Put your mouth on the pistol!
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| Hahahaha, yeah, nigga, no more pain
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| Prison ain’t changed me, nigga, it made me worse
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| Feel me, nigga, hahaha, no more pain
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| Hey, DeVante, I’m givin' these motherfuckers choices
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| Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
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| That’s on you, nigga, what you wanna do?
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| Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust
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| This year you motherfuckers gon' be dust
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| Thug Life, nigga, Westside! |