No More Tears

Eazy-E

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    Yeah, you know how it is
    Born in chains, die in pain
    Raised in the devils hands
    So we confiscate your body like contraband, haha
    Oh, you don't know? The Grim Reaper is a gangsta
    And when daddy want you, where the fuck you gone, run huh?

    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket

    Damn, another bitch dead
    It's a shame that she's gone, took two the head
    Got caught in the mix
    It's sad, I'm gonna miss this bitch
    She was all this, she was all that
    Point black, baby was all fat
    Now we lay her down to sleep
    May my nigga rest in peace
    Now we kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in the casket
    Paid my respects and didn't shed a tear
    Eazy-mothafucking-E, CPT, and I'm outta here

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    It's like 8 million stories in the cold cruel world
    I'ma share a story 'bout a gangster girl
    From the plane to the train, far from a groupie
    A down bitch, put a ki' up in her coochie
    And she only fucking with ballers, living the life
    So fine, but never thought that she'd be smoking the pipe
    And when her boyfriend's away, she doing her damn thing
    Coming up short, nigga missing some cocaine
    But it ain't a shay anyway
    So you know, we old getting guns put on a nigga 'cause of a ho
    Yeah, that bitch gots to go
    Step to the house, looked to the shower
    Bitch looking like Adina Howard
    Make sure the goals was clear
    Cock the gat, shit is certain
    Went to the door and put 5 in her curtain
    That's the way love goes when you're fucking with scandalous hoes
    Semi-automatic, my foes, peep the scenario

    Her name was Tina (Tina), ooh, you should've seen her
    Face like a dog, body like a ballerina (Like a ballerina)
    Caught a case, was servin' days in Pasadena
    Felony possession but it changed to a misdemeanor (Changed to a misdemeanor)
    'Cause she was selling that ass to make beer (Make beer)
    Buying fly jewels and fancy wear (And fancy wear)
    Hanging with pimps, killers and dope fiends (Dope fiends)
    Got hooked on Crack, and won't ever get clean (get clean)
    Every night, she with a different trick (A different trick)
    In dark back-alleys garglin' on dick
    Oh shit (Oh shit), what a wasted bitch
    Call the coroner quick, a dead body in the ditch (Body in a ditch)
    Is it her? Ooh I hope not hope not (I hope not)
    I just seen her last week at the dope spot (At the dope spot)
    But they made a positive ID
    Tina was dead, and what a tragedy (What a tragedy)
    Momma yellin' out: Somebody pray for me
    But she abandoned her at the age of 3 (At the age of 3)
    But that's the way life goes in these scandalous streets
    So I'll write hardcore lyrics with these gangsta beats (With these gangsta beats)

    So choose now, life or death
    Lungs with breath, or no air in your fucking chest, haha
    Either way, whether you decide to evade, or decide to stay
    That mothafucka death always
    I said always collect checks made of flesh
    Yeah, yeah, ha

    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
    Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
    Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket

    It—It fucked me up, man
    I-I—Keep it real—I remember
    Yeah, I remember exactly how she looked
    When I, when I went in there I was—I was, I w—I had just finished smoking
    And I—she wasn't switching no more, though and I...
    She didn't look the same, the bitch was stripped
    I-I don't mean to call her bitch but, the bitch didn't look the same, and...
    Fuck the bitch, she dead now
    But she looked she had just smoked a joint. I'm not—
    Done deal, done deal
    I mean... I know death—I know death ain't to be played with, but
    The bitch didn't look dead, she looked—
    We all gotta go
    She looked high
    There's difference between being high and being dead
    Just, dead don't feel like being high, I...
    Make your last bid

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