[Intro]
Hey, DeVante
N***a, don't cha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country?
Me and you, up in the same motherfucking room, on the same level
This shit here (Hardcore to the brain), hahahaha
Please, no more pain
(Hardcore to the brain) That's right, n***a
Hey, drop that shit, 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? Fuck the phony n***as, I'm the one
Say my name, watch bitchеs come
Now, fire when rеady, stay watching our figure
Increase speed, make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus, all these n***as that cha run with be on some dumb shit
Tricking 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 wit' chu on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I'm moving you stupid bitches, this is telekinesis
Am I reaching your brain? N***a, 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 motherfucking 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***a, no more pain)
I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain (What? What, n***a?)
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***a)
Let's go inside my astral plane (No pain)

[Verse 2]
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 n***as to open fire
I'll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come running
My Glock's spitting rounds, n***as falling down, clutching they stomach
It's Westside, Death Row, Thug n***as on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real n***as 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
Bitch, 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 bullshit
Freaky bitch, come give me kiss
Tell them n***as 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***a, 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***as will bleed, fucking with me, you'll be deceased
Never resting in peace, n***a, wit' no more pain

[Outro/Collision]
Hahahahaha, yeah, n***a, yeah
Hahahaha, no more pain
It's just like that, n***a, like that, yeah, no more pain
Motherfuckers can't handle that shit
Much too much for these bitches, no more pain
Feel me, n***a? Feel me?
How ya figure you can fuck with me? No more pain
Fully-automatic-type shit, no more pain
Coward-ass n***as, cowards
Come put cha mouth on this pistol, n***a
Come put cha mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes, n***a, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
Say, "Thug Life, baby"
Death Row, so, what chu motherfuckers do? Hahaha
Hey, that's DeVante dropping that beat like that, biatch
In case you wondering
And jealous n***as
Hahaha, see y'all n***as, motherfucking n***as are shit, 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
Shit don't stop
Crossed-eye, fat, down-syndrome, motherfuckers
Weak-ass n***as, dancers turned, fucking CEOs, haha
Put cha mouth on this pistol, n***a
Put cha mouth on the pistol
Hahahaha, yeah, n***a, no more pain
Prison ain't changed me, n***a, it made me worse
Feel me, n***a, hahaha, no more pain
Hey, DeVante, I'm giving these motherfuckers choices
N***as can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
That's on you, n***a, what cha wanna do?
Last year, we was letting these n***as kick up dust
This year, you motherfuckers gon' be dust
Thug Life, n***a, Westside