Testo della canzone No More Pain (2Pac), tratta dall'album All Eyez On Me

No More Pain - 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

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, this is 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

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

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 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
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

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 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 niggaz'll 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 (Hahahahaha, yeah nigga, yeah! Hahahaha)
Let's go inside the astral plane (No more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (It's just like that nigga, like that yeah)
Let's go inside the astral plane (No more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Motherfuckers can't handle that shit)
Let's go inside the astral plane (Much too much for these bitches)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (No more pain, feel me nigga? Feel me?)
Let's go inside the astral plane (How you figure you can fuck with me?)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Fully automatic type shit)
Let's go inside the astral plane (No more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Coward ass niggaz, cowards)
Let's go inside the astral plane (Cowards! No more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (Come put your mouth on this pistol nigga)
Let's go inside my astral plane (Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (Close your eyes nigga, do it)
Let's go inside...
(Die in the dark, no more pain)

I came to bring the pain...
Let's go inside... (Say thuuuuug life babe)
I came to bring... hardcore from the brain
I came to bring the pain... the brain (Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do?)

The brain... (Hey that's DeVante droppin that beat like that BEYATCH) Let's go inside...
(In case you wonderin)
Hardcore from the brain... (And jealous niggaz, hahaha, see y'all niggaz)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Motherfuckin niggaz are shit)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside the astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Westsiiiiiide!)
(Death to everybody that ain't down with me)

Let's go inside the astral plane (That's on, feel me? Hahaha)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean)
Let's go inside... (Just feel that)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Thug Life, shit don't stop)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the... (Motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers. Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Fuckin C.E.O.'s)
Let's go inside the astral plane (Put your mouth on this pistol nigga, put your moth on the pistol!)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain (Hahahaha, yeah nigga no more pain. Prison ain't changed me nigga, it made me worse)
Hardcore from the brain (Feel me nigga, haha. No more pain. Hey DeVante...)
Hardcore from the brain, let's go inside (I'm givin these motherfuckers choices, niggaz can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us)
Hardcore from the brain, let's go inside (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)
Hardcore from the brain, let's go inside
(Thug Life nigga, Westsiiiiiide!)



Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs, Devante Smith
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