Letra de ' No More Tears ' de Eazy E

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

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