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PASTOR TROY lyrics : "Ain't No Sunshine"

[Talking:]
Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about
the same %#@! every mother$#&@in album, I dont give a damn how many he put

out he talk about the same %#@! from !@#$ 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 %#@! 2pac wannabe $$# ^!$$% (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 mother$#&@az mothers

Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
Another ^!$$% bled another ^!$$%z gone be bleeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that %#@! this evening

Yall ^!$$%z best believe in
Guerilla warfare
Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there

I tell ya was this ^!$$% from Lake Olmstead
My ^!$$% said that he been $#&@ing up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the %#@! in Olmstead

I suggest he take that stupid %#@! to Sunset
But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad $$# and %#@!
I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit

I threw on the $#&@ing plastic bag
wrapped my hands around his $$# the squeezed
til the ^!$$% cant breath

Limiting cheese about my trap,how the $#&@ imma catch the mouse
If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I aint no hard $$# ^!$$%

But best believe real come the thriller
Mother$#&@a 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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$
I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And wit my phone call I know exactly who to hit

My ^!$$%z Don Perry we got some bodies to burry
Hide them ^!$$%z with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen
Now its very nescesary that this bid go through

Cuz I already know my ^!$$%z threw
Aint no mother$#&@in sunshine


[chorus:]
Aint no mother$#&@in sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and
^!$$%z that equip for whatever

I thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them $#&@in Georgia Boys from down south [repeat]


Aint no sunshine my ^!$$%, 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 (*##$
If it aint one thang its ten more so $#&@ 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 #~!!@ ^!$$%z bout

These ^!$$%z make me shout,yea they frustrate me
Because I sell dope I guess thats why these ^!$$%z hate me
Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96

But time dont matter ^!$$% doing the same %#@!
The Narcs about to hit
His habit made em tell

Officer and the law,!@$( 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 ^!$$%z time to bail
They knew we shot them ^!$$%z they just lookin for the shells
They try to best they nail,like nail give me a break
Us cooley high ^!$$%z,us ^!$$%z 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 %#@! downstairs,my $#&@in box was open
I'm holdin my breath before I motha$#&@in hurt her

Rambaling through my %#@! no shells from the murder
I asked her calmly where the $#&@ is my %#@!
"Troy thats all I had"
What the $#&@ you mean (*##$
It should have been six empty bullets and my ruger

$#&@ trynna explain popped her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders would interfer with my grindin
But what the $#&@ you expect if the sun aint shinin

[chorus]


My mind is $#&@ed 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 ^!$$%,bout the dope visit my brother

Its back to Atlanta,%#@! too hot in Augusta and I knew I shouldnt trust her
cuz I keep thinking bout her $$#
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that
Just that fast,^!$$%z done ran up in my %#@!
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 @@#! it went the bustin over there
I'm poppin on them #~!!@ ^!$$%z, die ^!$$% yea
I pop one in his ear,told him I would fear nothin
Snatched a mack up off the ^!$$%,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 $#&@ed up in the game
While laying in the tub I heard them ^!$$%z 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 %#@! went to the phone to call Greg
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It aint no $#&@in sunshine!

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