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

 chorus: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 

 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

 chorus

 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