Song Lyrics Pastor Troy - Aint No Sunshine    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> P>> Pastor Troy Singer Lyrics [Pastor Troy other resources]>> Aint No Sunshine Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Pastor Troy Music Title/Track: Aint No Sunshine Theme ID: 4055 Album: N/A Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about 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 Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Can You Stand The Game, Can You Stand The Game(feat. 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