Intro: 2Pac      Hey DeVante   Nigga, don'tcha 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      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, fuck the phony niggaz I'm the one   Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire   when ready, stay watchin now figure, increase speed   Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker   Plus all these niggaz that you run with, be on some dumb shit   Trick on the 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, vicious telekenesis   Am I reachin your brain? Nigga how can I explain?   How vicious this Thug motherfucker came   When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name   Affiliated with this motherfuckin 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 fuck your boyfriend   Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo   Alize and Cristal, weed sure you heard of all the   sure you've 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 niggaz to open fire, I'll murder that ass   And disappear before the cops come runnin, my glock's spittin rounds   niggaz fallin down clutchin they stomach   It's Westside, Death Row, Thug niggaz on the rise   Busters shot me five times, real niggaz 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   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 niggaz 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, 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 niggaz'll bleed, fuckin with me you'll be deceased   Never restin in peace nigga, with no more pain      Chorus 8X      [Tupac talking over the chorus]   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?   Fully automatic type shit   No more pain   Coward ass niggaz, 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      Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?   Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH   In case you wonderin   And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz   Motherfuckin niggaz are shit   Hey      (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, shit don't stop   Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers   Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E..O.'s   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, haha   No more pain   Hey DeVante I'm givin these motherfuckers choices   Niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us   That's on you nigga, what you wanna do?   Last year we was lettin these niggaz kick up dust   This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust   Thug Life nigga Westsiiiiide!