[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!