Ain't No Sunshine

[Talking] Cuz I'm tellin you man, them niggas they ain't got nothing else to talk about (Nothing else) The same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many you put out, you talking bout the same shit 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 shit) 2pac wannabe ass niggas, 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 Nigga 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 Death be his fate, we sending flowers to they wake And crying at they wake And mourning with these motherfuckers' mother But plotting out a way to kill they brother Another nigga bled another nigga's gone be bleeding Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening Y'all niggas best believe in guerilla warfare There's people cross 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 pumping the shit in Olmstead I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset But naw, but naw, he wants to play bad Billy Bad Ass and shit A flaw in my game, like I can't perform the hit I threw on the fucking plastic bag, wrapped my hands Around his ass and squeezed, till the nigga can't breath Nibbling cheese up out my trap How the fuck I'mma catch the mouse If you bumping ya gums and steady running ya mouth But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga But best believe if thrill come to thriller, motherfucker 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 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 sitting in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch And with my phone call, I know exactly who to hit My niggas on Perry, we got some bodies to bury Bust them niggas with rugers and hide them lugers with Karie Now it's very necessary that this bid go through Because we already know how niggas do Ain't no motherfuckin sunshine [Chorus - 2x] Ain't no motherfuckin sunshine, it's only Tec-9's and clips And niggas that's equipped for whatever I thought you knew better but you still ran your mouth Now you runnin from them fuckin Georgia Boys from Down South [Verse 2] Ain't no sunshine my nigga, 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 bitch If it ain't one thing its ten more, fuck 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 pussy niggas bout These niggas make me shout, yea they frustrate me Because I sell dope, I guess thats why these niggas hate me Make me recall, think it was the fall of '96 But time don't matter niggas doing the same shit The narcs is bout to hit, his habit made him tell "Officer of the law," bastard 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 niggas time to bail They knew we shot them niggas they just lookin for the shells They trying they best to nail, like Nell gimme a break Us Cooley High niggas, us niggas 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 shit downstairs, my fucking box was open I'm holding my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her Rambling 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, pop her, had to shoot her I knew that the murders would interfere with my grinding But what the fuck you expect if the sun ain't shining [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 3] My mind is fucked 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 nigga, bout to go visit my brother It's back to Atlanta, shit too hot in Augusta I knew I shouldn't have trust her, thinking bout her ass Bout 3 or 4 knocks at my door and who is that Just that fast, niggas done ran off in my shit 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 cock it I went to busting over there I'm poppin on them pussy niggas--die, nigga! yea! I popped one in his ear, told him I didn't fear nothing Snatched the mask up off the nigga, 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 fucked up in the game While laying in the tub I heard them niggas 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 bastards Tec-9, but they laid in line And 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!