Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No More Pain , by - 2Pac. Release date: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No More Pain |
| Hey, DeVante |
| Nigga, don’t you know we’re gonna sow up |
| Every bitch in the country? |
| Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin' room, on the same level |
| This shit here, hahahaha |
| Please, no more pain |
| That’s right, nigga |
| Hey, drop that shit, boy |
| My adversaries cry like ho’s |
| Fully eradicate my foes |
| My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes |
| Who else but Mama’s only son? |
| Fuck the phony niggas, I’m the one |
| Say my name, watch bitches come |
| Now fire when ready, stay watchin' our figure |
| Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker |
| Plus all these niggas that you run with be on some dumb shit |
| Trickin' on 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, this is telekinesis |
| Am I reachin' your brain? |
| Nigga, how can I explain? |
| How vicious this thug motherfucker came |
| When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name |
| Affiliated with this motherfuckin' game, with 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 |
| 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 |
| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No more pain) |
| Line up my adversaries, blast on sight |
| And fuck your boyfriend, bitch, I want some ass tonight |
| You know my steelo |
| Alizé and Cristal, weed |
| Sure you heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh? |
| Plus all you busters is jealous |
| Pull your gun out and blast |
| I dare you niggas to open fire |
| I’ll murder that ass |
| And disappear before the cops come runnin' |
| My Glock’s spittin' rounds, niggas fallin' down, clutchin' they stomach |
| It’s Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise |
| Busters shot me five times, real niggas 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 to teach your whole nation and feelin' 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 |
| Let’s go inside my astral plane (Yeah, nigga, no more pain) |
| I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain |
| (What? What, nigga?) |
| 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, nigga) |
| Let’s go inside my astral plane (No pain) |
| 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 bullshit |
| Freaky bitch, come give me kiss |
| Tell them niggas 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, baptized the public |
| Now you all 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 niggas will bleed, fuckin' with me, you’ll be deceased |
| Never restin' in peace, nigga, with no more pain |
| I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain |
| Let’s go inside my astral plane |
| I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain |
| Let’s go inside my astral plane |
| Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga, yeah! |
| Hahahaha, no more pain |
| It’s just like that, nigga, like that, yeah, no more pain |
| Motherfuckers can’t handle that shit |
| Much too much for these bitches, no more pain |
| Feel me, nigga? |
| Feel me? |
| How you figure you can fuck with me? |
| No more pain |
| Fully automatic type shit, no more pain |
| Coward-ass niggas, cowards |
| Come put your mouth on this pistol, nigga |
| Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain |
| Close your eyes, nigga, do it |
| Die in the dark, no more pain |
| Say Thuuuuuuuug Life, baby |
| Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? |
| Hahaha |
| Hey, that’s DeVante droppin' that beat like that, biatch! |
| In case you wonderin' |
| And jealous niggas |
| Hahaha, see y’all niggas, motherfuckin' niggas are shit, hey |
| Westside! |
| Death to everybody that ain’t down with me |
| That’s on, feel me? |
| Hahaha |
| Oh yeah, to the cowards |
| You know who I mean, it’s still Bad Boy Killa |
| Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don’t stop |
| Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers |
| Weak-ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs |
| Put your mouth on this pistol, nigga |
| Put your mouth on the pistol! |
| Hahahaha, yeah, nigga, no more pain |
| Prison ain’t changed me, nigga, it made me worse |
| Feel me, nigga, hahaha, no more pain |
| Hey, DeVante, I’m givin' these motherfuckers choices |
| Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us |
| That’s on you, nigga, what you wanna do? |
| Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust |
| This year you motherfuckers gon' be dust |
| Thug Life, nigga, Westside! |