Pastor Troy - Ain't No Sunshine lyrics

[Talking] Cuz I'm tellin you man, them n***as they ain't got nothing else to talk about (Nothing else) The same sh** every motherf**in album, I dont give a damn how many you put out, you talking bout the same sh** from goddamn TRU (You done rode D's) You got D's, candy paint, you a soldier smoking doja (Wood grain with the leather seats) (Mercedes) Baby, lady, baby, crazy, (mercedes!) (I done heard that sh**) 2pac wannabe a** n***as, I ain't no rapper I write short films (O.K.) Grab your popcorn Ain't no more sunshine Yeah Ain't no sunshine down here The sun don't even shine down here Put yourself in my shoes n***a imagine being in a place where the sun don't ever shine That's where I'm at [Verse 1] Come on, O.K., peep it My Tec swing low like sweet chariots Bust him and bury him d**h be his fate, we sending flowers to they wake And crying at they wake And mourning with these motherf**ers' mother But plotting out a way to k** they brother Another n***a bled another n***a's gone be bleeding Cuz I ain't trynna hear that sh** this evening Y'all n***as best believe in guerilla warfare There's people cross the cemetery, how they get there I tell ya, was this n***a from Lake Olmstead My n***a said that he been f**ing up dope since day one So instead of pumping the sh** in Olmstead I suggest he take that stupid sh** to Sunset But naw, but naw, he wants to play bad Billy Bad Ass and sh** A flaw in my game, like I can't perform the hit I threw on the f**ing plastic bag, wrapped my hands Around his a** and squeezed, till the n***a can't breath Nibbling cheese up out my trap How the f** I'mma catch the mouse If you bumping ya gums and steady running ya mouth But down south I ain't no hard a** n***a But best believe if thrill come to thriller, motherf**er I feel ya Flash 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 n***a 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 b**h I'm sitting in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch And with my phone call, I know exactly who to hit My n***as on Perry, we got some bodies to bury Bust them n***as with rugers and hide them lugers with Karie Now it's very necessary that this bid go through Because we already know how n***as do Ain't no motherf**in sunshine [Chorus - 2x] Ain't no motherf**in sunshine, it's only Tec-9's and clips And n***as that's equipped for whatever I thought you knew better but you still ran your mouth Now you runnin from them f**in Georgia Boys from Down South [Verse 2] Ain't no sunshine my n***a, the sun ain't gonna shine Till I reach about a million, talking business 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 b**h If it ain't one thing its ten more, f** another Surrounded by undercovers, every time they speak they stutter My mind be in the gutter, but thats how I burn the house Just cuz I try to prove what these p**y n***as bout These n***as make me shout, yea they frustrate me Because I sell dope, I guess thats why these n***as hate me Make me recall, think it was the fall of '96 But time don't matter n***as doing the same sh** The narcs is bout to hit, his habit made him tell "Officer of the law," ba*tard crooked as hell They lookin for Terell, mixed him up with Darrell It's two Darrells, they hit they door with Marquel Ringing em on the cell, told my n***as time to bail They knew we shot them n***as they just lookin for the shells They trying they best to nail, like Nell gimme a break Us Cooley High n***as, us n***as is hard to take We appreciate they bust We appreciate they threat We appreciate that we so smooth that they ain't caught us yet Now Karie want respect, claim I'm doing her wrong But my name is not Rome, I don't know where I belong Pumping her up with these songs so so-long till all police Get O.U.T., but first let me get my things Told her to bring me the box with the lock that she was holding She brought my sh** downstairs, my f**ing box was open I'm holding my breath before I mothaf**in hurt her Rambling through my sh**, no shells from the murder I asked her calmly, "Where the f** is my sh**" ("Troy thats all I had") "What the f** you mean b**h" It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger f** trynna explain, pop her, had to shoot her I knew that the murders would interfere with my grinding But what the f** you expect if the sun ain't shining [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 3] My mind is f**ed up, I keep on picturing Karie's head jerking Disturbing me while I'm working It's clouds lurking over me, like a cartoon Too hot on the streets, I got to stay in my room Soon to be charged 3 murders 7 counts A one-sentence will: "Quinzo, I leave a ounce." Yo burn for your n***a, bout to go visit my brother It's back to Atlanta, sh** too hot in Augusta I knew I shouldn't have trust her, thinking bout her a** Bout 3 or 4 knocks at my door and who is that Just that fast, n***as done ran off in my sh** Ski masks and guns and they shooting to hit I ran upstairs to get my gat yea that mac I'm running and ducking one grazed me cross my back But then I reached my gat, payback, I'm bustin rockets Ran back to the stairs threw two clips off in my pockets His gun I heard him co*k it I went to busting over there I'm poppin on them p**y n***as--die, n***a! yea! I popped one in his ear, told him I didn't fear nothing Snatched the mask up off the n***a, and it's damn Karie's cousin Then I rushed into the bathroom, then turned off the lights I heard somebody's footsteps approaching to my right Now bullets taking flight, I'm bustin in all directions I laid in the tub praying for my protection The hit was to perfection, I was f**ed up in the game While laying in the tub I heard them n***as calling my name My 6'3" frame to be filled with bullet holes If I gotta leave, some more of them has gots to go I ran back to the stairs and went the busting with mine At some ba*tards Tec-9, but they laid in line And I was fine sh** went to the phone to call Greg Boom, Boom. Done took two to the head It ain't no f**in sunshine!