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    Talking:'cause I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
    The same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't 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
    I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking p) "i ain't 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
    'cause 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 can't 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 ain't no hard ass nigga
    But best believe real come the thriller
    Motherfucka I feel ya
    Blast them hollow points,'cause hollow points get points across
    They want the juice but they don't 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 ain't 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 it's very nescesary that this bid go through
    'cause I already know my niggaz threw
    Aint no motherfuckin sunshine

    Chorus:aint no motherfuckin sunshine, it's 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

    Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun ain't 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 'cause money's a faithful bitch
    If it ain't one thang it's ten more so fuck another
    Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
    My mind be in the gutter,but that's 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 that's why these niggaz hate me
    Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
    But time don't 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 ain't caught us yet
    Now karen want respect,claim I'm doing her wrong
    But my name is not rome,i don't 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 that's 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 ain't shinin


    My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing karens head jerking
    Disturbing me while I'm 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 shouldn't trust her
    'cause 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 ain't no fuckin sunshine!

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