Pastor Troy - Ain't No Sunshine lyrics

<i>[Talking:]</i>

Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about

the same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put

out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.

you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats

mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes

I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper

I write short films"

o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.

Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots

Bust em and burry em

That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait

And crying at they wake

And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers

Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother

Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding

Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening

Yall niggaz best believe in

Guerilla warfare

Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there

I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead

My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead

of pumpin the shit in Olmstead

I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset

But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit

I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit

I threw on the fucking plastic bag

wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed

til the nigga cant breath

Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse

If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth

But down south I aint no hard ass nigga

But best believe real come the thriller

Motherfucka I feel ya

Blast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points across

They want the juice but they dont want to pay the cost

Now who's the boss

My nigga ask these hoes

I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose

They eyes if they aint closed

The lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me rich

But if them feds kick down them doors then lifes a bitch

I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch

And wit my phone call I know exactly who to hit

My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry

Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen

Now its very nescesary that this bid go through

Cuz I already know my niggaz threw

Aint no motherfuckin sunshine

<i>[chorus:]</i>

Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and

niggaz that equip for whatever

I thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from

them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south <i>[repeat]</i>

Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun aint gonna shine

Till I reach about a million

Talkin billions with Brazilions

I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich

And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithful bitch

If it aint one thang its ten more so fuck another

Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker

My mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the house

Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout

These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me

Because I sell dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate me

Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96

But time dont matter nigga doing the same shit

The Narcs about to hit

His habit made em tell

Officer and the law,bastard crooked as hell

They lookin for Terrel

Mixed him up with Derrel it's 2 Derrels

They hit they doe with Marquel

Breakin em on the phone,told my niggaz time to bail

They knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shells

They try to best they nail,like nail give me a break

Us cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take

We,appreciate they bust

We,appreciate they threat

We,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yet

Now Karen want respect,claim I'm doing her wrong

But my name is not Rome,I dont know where I belong

Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three

get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs

The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin

She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open

I'm holdin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her

Rambaling through my shit no shells from the murder

I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit

"Troy thats all I had"

What the fuck you mean bitch

It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger

Fuck trynna explain popped her,had to shoot her

I knew that the murders would interfer with my grindin

But what the fuck you expect if the sun aint shinin

<i>[chorus]</i>

My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking

Disturbing me while Im working

This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon

Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room

Soon to be charged 3 murders second count

But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out

Yo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brother

Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shouldnt trust her

cuz I keep thinking bout her ass

Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that

Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit

Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit

I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack

I'm running and ducking one grazed me cross my back

But then I reach my gat,payback I'm bustin rockets

Ran back to the stairs took two clips off in my pocket

His gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over there

I'm poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yea

I pop one in his ear,told him I would fear nothin

Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen's cousin

Then I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the light

I heard somebody footsteps approaching to my right

Now bullets taking flight.I'm bustin in all directions

I layed in the tub praying for my protection

Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game

While laying in the tub I heard them niggaz call my name

My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet holes

If I gotta leave some more of them has got to go

I ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mine

All directs wit tech 9

but they waitin in line,I was fine shit went to the phone to call Greg

Boom,Boom done took two to the head

It aint no fuckin sunshine!