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Pastor Troy

Ain`t No Sunshine

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695 3 часа назад

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Talking:Cuz I`m tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk aboutthe 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 seatsmercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdesI 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 chariotsBust em and burry emThat be his faithness sending flowers to they waitAnd crying at they wakeAnd mourning with these motherfuckaz mothersFotr plottin out a way to kill they brotherAnother nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleedingCuz I ain`t trynna hear that shit this eveningYall niggaz best believe inGuerilla warfareLets creep across the cemetery how they get thereI tell ya was this nigga from Lake OlmsteadMy nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so insteadof pumpin the shit in OlmsteadI suggest he take that stupid shit to SunsetBut naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shitI`m flawing my game like I can`t perform the hitI threw on the fucking plastic bagwrapped my hands around his ass the squeezedtil the nigga cant breathLimiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouseIf you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouthBut down south I aint no hard ass niggaBut best believe real come the thrillerMotherfucka I feel yaBlast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points acrossThey want the juice but they dont want to pay the costNow who`s the bossMy nigga ask these hoesI`m nuttin in they mouth and they noseThey eyes if they aint closedThe lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me richBut if them feds kick down them doors then lifes a bitchI`m sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitchAnd wit my phone call I know exactly who to hitMy niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burryHide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with KarenNow its very nescesary that this bid go throughCuz I already know my niggaz threwAint no motherfuckin sunshinechorus:Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and niggaz that equip for whateverI 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 aint gonna shineTill I reach about a millionTalkin billions with BrazilionsI got this funny feeling that I`m gone be filthy richAnd I`m gone marry money cuz money`s a faithful bitchIf it aint one thang its ten more so fuck anotherSurrounded by undercovers everytime they see they suckerMy mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the houseBecause I try to prove what these pussy niggaz boutThese niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate meBecause I sell dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate meMake me recall,think it was the fall of 96But time dont matter nigga doing the same shitThe Narcs about to hitHis habit made em tellOfficer and the law,bastard crooked as hellThey lookin for TerrelMixed him up with Derrel it`s 2 DerrelsThey hit they doe with MarquelBreakin em on the phone,told my niggaz time to bailThey knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shellsThey try to best they nail,like nail give me a breakUs cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to takeWe,appreciate they bustWe,appreciate they threatWe,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yetNow Karen want respect,claim I`m doing her wrongBut my name is not Rome,I dont know where I belongPumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all threeget O.U.T. but first let me get my thangsThe ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdinShe brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was openI`m holdin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt herRambaling through my shit no shells from the murderI asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit"Troy thats all I had"What the fuck you mean bitchIt should have been six empty bullets and my rugerFuck trynna explain popped her,had to shoot herI knew that the murders would interfer with my grindinBut what the fuck you expect if the sun aint shininchorusMy mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerkingDisturbing me while Im workingThis clouds lurking over me,like a cartoonToo hot in the streets I got to stay in my roomSoon to be charged 3 murders second countBut once in this will, twinzo I leave her outYo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brotherIts back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shouldnt trust her cuz I keep thinking bout her assBout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is thatJust that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shitSki mask and guns and they, shooting to hitI ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mackI`m running and ducking one grazed me cross my backBut then I reach my gat,payback I`m bustin rocketsRan back to the stairs took two clips off in my pocketHis gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over thereI`m poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yeaI pop one in his ear,told him I would fear nothinSnatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen`s cousinThen I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the lightI heard somebody footsteps approaching to my rightNow bullets taking flight.I`m bustin in all directionsI layed in the tub praying for my protectionDone hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the gameWhile laying in the tub I heard them niggaz call my nameMy 6`3 frame to be filled with bullet holesIf I gotta leave some more of them has got to goI ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mineAll directs wit tech 9but they waitin in line,I was fine shit went to the phone to call GregBoom,Boom done took two to the headIt aint no fuckin sunshine!

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