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