Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Tears, artist - AmpichinoDate of issue: 25.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Tears |
| I breathe on the mic for niggas who push D |
| Tryna send a kite to my partners in the clink |
| Magazine flicks lets you see that we still eat |
| Sleep on a steel cot, bathe in a steel sink |
| Raised in the slums pushin' crumbs it’s way deep |
| Ran into a plug, fell in love the same week |
| Hope it last forever brought me places I never seen |
| Livin' out my dreams just a young nigga seventeen |
| Coulda been whatever but I gave up everything |
| Blinded by the cash, life is fast, the streets was mean |
| It happened for a reason just surprised you noticed me |
| At first I didn’t care then the lifestyle grew on me |
| They’ll be no tears in the end |
| When a righteous man dies cause the world still spin |
| Look into my eyes trapped in this world I’m in |
| 2012 they say the world gon end |
| Take my dick out her mouth, I let ya girl go in |
| The house, but she caught up in this world I’m in |
| This life of sin, we went from boys to men |
| Only 15 years old, headed to the pen |
| Baby said she pregnant I just had to accept it |
| The feds sweeped the city & ate some niggas for breakfast |
| Did 9 months for a weapon, came home |
| Did my homework with the weapon, it’s back on |
| Stones to bricks you get your some split, ever cross us |
| They had a quicker eye, watchin' my circle of bosses |
| We had officers paid off, in the quarter office, tryna get the rest of this |
| weight off, chea |
| I go hard like cooked coke, man you know this shit dope |
| Sick flow, clips blow for work when the shit’s slow |
| Pulled a .44 like lil jon niggas get low |
| All the hustlers & pimps is all who a spit fo |
| Watch full of rocks, chop full of shots |
| Block full of knocks, smoked out tryna cop |
| Heroin & hop, runnin' from the cops |
| Stick with the code don’t be runnin with the cops |
| Where’s ya work bitch nigga I done sold my zips |
| Checkin' my loot, cause the world cold as shit |
| On my balls be the type of shit a soldier spit |
| Tycoon status so I can’t fold my chips |