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 muther-fuckin' room, on the same level with this shit here,
please, no more pain. That's right nigga, and guard that shit boy.


My adversaries cry like ho's, fully eradicate my foes.
My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hos.
Who else, but Mama's only son? Fuck a phony, niggas I'm the one.
Say my name, watch bitches cum.
Now fire when ready, stay watchin', now figure. Increase speed,
make you mother-fuckers bleed from your mouth quicker.
Plus all these niggas that you run with be on some dumb shit.
Trick on the hos - I ain't the one bitch.
Hollar my name and witness game official, It's so sick.
Have every single bitch that came with you 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 muthafucka came?
When I die, I wanna be a livin' legend.
Say my name, affiliated with this mother fuckin' game
with no more pain.

I came to bring the pain, hard-core to the brain.
Let's go inside my astroplane.
(Repeat 4x)

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight,
and fuck your boyfriend, bitch, I want some ass tonight!
You know my stilo- Alize and Crystal, weed-
sure you've heard of all the freaky shit they say about me.
Plus all you bustas 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' their stomach.
It's west side, Death Row, thug niggas on the rise.
Bustas shot me five times- real niggas don't die!
Can you hear me? Laced with this game I know you fear me.
Speak and seek what you want, 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.

I came to bring the pain, hard-core to the brain.
Let's go inside my astroplane.
(Repeat 5x)

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, bat your eyez. 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, brothas from here,
We so obsessed with this money makin' they nothin' we fear.
Now they label me a troublemaker cuz I'm a ridah.
Death to you playa-haters. don't let me find ya.
Mama made me rugged, baptised in 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, hard-core to the brain.
Let's go inside, my astroplane.
(Repeat 8x)



Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, D. Swing, C. Smith, R. Diggs, Jr.
Contains an interpolation from "Bring The Pain"
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.