[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 [repeat]
    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!