Eazy-E - No More Tears HQ [Lyrics]

Yeah, you know how it is Born ** now you payin Praising the devils hands Oh you dont know, grimm reaper is a gangsta And the daddy wont you, why the fuck you gone run ha? (laugh) Now we kickin back, getting blasted reminiscin how she looked in the cash (x3) Damn, my other bitch dead Its insane that she is gone took to the head Got cought in the mix Its sad, Im gonna miss this bitch She was al this She was al that Point black, baby was all fat Now we lay Put down to sleep Made my nigga rest in peace Now we kickin back, getting blasted **** how she looked in the cash Pay my respect and didnt shed a tear Eazy muthafucking E CPT and I am out for Its like *** stories in a ** world Ima sad story but a gangster girl From the plane to the train Fall of from a groupie, a town bitch Put a key up in her koochie And she only fucking with ballers Living the live So fine but never tought she be smoking the pipe And when the boyfriend is away she doing her damn thing Coming up show this is some cocaine But It aint a shame anyway So you know, we yo, getting guns Put on a nigga cuz if for a ho Yeah the bitch gots to go Step to the house, looked to the shower Bitch looking like a *** Make sure the ghost was clear Cock the gat, shit is servin Went to the door **** Thats the way love goes when you fucking with scandalous hos Semi-automatic my folks peep the scenario *** Ooh you shoulda seena Face like a dog Body like a ballerina Caught a case in the city of pasedane felling me but *** *** ass and make beer Body fly jewels And fancy wear Paying with pigs, Killers and dopefiends *** Crack And wont ever get clean Every night she with a different trick Yall back allays dark and Lickin on dick Oh shit what a wasted bitch Callin corner quick A dead body in a ditch Is she high? Ooh I hope not I just seen her last week at the dopespot ********** Tiny was dead, What a tragedy **** somebody pray for me But she got mad and high at the age of 3 Thats the way life goes in these scandalous streets So ima hardcore lyrics with these gansta beats So choose you, life or death Longs with breath Or no air in your fucking chest Eitherway, wheter you decide to *** Or decide to stay That muthafucka dead Always, I said always collect jacks made of flesh Yeah, yeah Chorus