Wit’ No More Pain lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, DeVante
n*gga, don't cha know we're gonna sow up every b*tch in the country?
Me and you, up in the same motherf*cking room, on the same level
This sh*t here (Hardcore to the brain), hahahaha
Please, no more pain
(Hardcore to the brain) That's right, n*gga
Hey, drop that sh*t, boy

[Verse 1]
My adversaries cry like hoes, fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, gaming you hoes
Who else but Mama's only son? f*ck the phony n*ggas, I'm the one
Say my name, watch b*tchеs come
Now, fire when rеady, stay watching our figure
Increase speed, make you motherf*ckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus, all these n*ggas that cha run with be on some dumb sh*t
Tricking on hoes, I ain't the one, b*tch
Holla my name and witness game official, it's so sick
Have every single b*tch that came wit' chu on my di*k
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm moving you stupid b*tches, this is telekinesis
Am I reaching your brain? n*gga, how can I explain?
How vicious this thug motherf*cker came
When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherf*cking game, wit' no more pain
[Chorus]
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, n*gga, no more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (What? What, n*gga?)
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, n*gga)
Let's go inside my astral plane (No pain)

[Verse 2]
Line up my adversaries, blast on sight
And f*ck your boyfriend, b*tch, I want some ass tonight
You know my steelo
Alizé and Cristal, weed
Sure you heard of all the freaky sh*t they say about me, huh?
Plus, all you busters is jealous
Pull your gun out and blast
I dare you n*ggas to open fire
I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come running
My Glock's spitting rounds, n*ggas falling down, clutching they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug n*ggas on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real n*ggas 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 a teach your whole nation and feeling no more pain
[Verse 3]
"Bury me", that's what they all say
It's time da make a killing, sure da make a million wit' DeVante
b*tch, I know you want me, what cha 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 da bullsh*t
Freaky b*tch, come give me kiss
Tell them n*ggas from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money making, it ain't nothing we fear
Now they label me a troublemaker 'cause I'm a rider
Death to you player haters, don't let me find cha
Mama made me rugged, baptized the public
Now you all thugs, n*gga, don't cha love it?
It's similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn't too sure what cha facing, so, watch the guns bust
You n*ggas will bleed, f*cking with me, you'll be deceased
Never resting in peace, n*gga, wit' no more pain

[Outro/Collision]
Hahahahaha, yeah, n*gga, yeah
Hahahaha, no more pain
It's just like that, n*gga, like that, yeah, no more pain
Motherf*ckers can't handle that sh*t
Much too much for these b*tches, no more pain
Feel me, n*gga? Feel me?
How ya figure you can f*ck with me? No more pain
Fully-automatic-type sh*t, no more pain
Coward-ass n*ggas, cowards
Come put cha mouth on this pistol, n*gga
Come put cha mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes, n*gga, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
Say, "Thug Life, baby"
Death Row, so, what chu motherf*ckers do? Hahaha
Hey, that's DeVante dropping that beat like that, biatch
In case you wondering
And jealous n*ggas
Hahaha, see y'all n*ggas, motherf*cking n*ggas are sh*t, hey
Westside
Death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me? Hahaha
Oh, yeah, to them cowards
You know who I mean, we still Bad Boy Killer
Thug Life
sh*t don't stop
Crossed-eye, fat, down-syndrome, motherf*ckers
Weak-ass n*ggas, dancers turned, f*cking CEOs, haha
Put cha mouth on this pistol, n*gga
Put cha mouth on the pistol
Hahahaha, yeah, n*gga, no more pain
Prison ain't changed me, n*gga, it made me worse
Feel me, n*gga, hahaha, no more pain
Hey, DeVante, I'm giving these motherf*ckers choices
n*ggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
That's on you, n*gga, what cha wanna do?
Last year, we was letting these n*ggas kick up dust
This year, you motherf*ckers gon' be dust
Thug Life, n*gga, Westside