Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Bill Withers
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Pastor TroyAin't No Sunshine Lyrics:
'Cuz 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
Mercedes, baby, lady, baby, crazy, Mercedes
I done heard that shit 2Pac wannabe ass nigga
"I ain't no rapper, I write short films"
(Mocking P)
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
For 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
Ya'll niggaz best believe in guerrilla warfare
Let's 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 I'mma 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 'cuz 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 life's 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 necessary that this bid go through
'Cuz I already know my niggaz threw
Ain't no motherfuckin' sunshine
Ain't 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
Ain't 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
Ain't no sunshine my nigga, the sun ain't gonna shine
Till I reach about a million talkin' billions with Brazilians
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 ain't one thang it's ten more so fuck another
Surrounded by undercovers every time 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 interfere with my grindin'
But what the fuck you expect if the sun ain't shinin'
Ain't 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
Ain't 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
My mind is fucked up, I keep on picturing Karens head jerking
(Why)
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
It's back to Atlanta, shit too hot in Augusta
And I knew I shouldn't 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 ain't no fuckin' sunshine
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