No More Tears

By Eazy-E

On Impact Of A Legend

Released on March 26, 2002

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[Intro: Phalos Mode]

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?

(*laughter*)


[Chorus: Eazy-E]

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


[Verse 1: Eazy-E]

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


[Verse 2: Phalos Mode]

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


[Bridge]

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)


[Interlude]

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


[Chorus: Eazy-E]

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


[Outro]

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