Pastor Troy - Ain't No Sunshine lyrics

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 don't 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 (OK) 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



Come on, OK, 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 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 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

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

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 it's 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 OUT, 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

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

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!