Key: A minor•
Verse 1
ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album,
I don't 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 ain't no rapper
I write short films"
Interlude 1
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
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Verse 2
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Come on, O.K., peep it my techs
swing low like sweet chariots
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Bust em and burry em
flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
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motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
niggaz gone be bleeding
that shit this evening
Lets creep across the
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I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
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My nigga said that he been fucking
up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
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I suggest he take that
bad Billy bad ass and shit
I can't perform the hit
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I threw on the fucking plastic bag
wrapped my hands around
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Limiting cheese about my trap,how the
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fuck imma catch the mouse
steady runnin ya mouth
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But best believe real come
the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
points get points across
don't want to pay the cost
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The lifestyle that I chose who
them doors then lifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon
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thinking bout the snitch
know exactly who to hit
some bodies to burry
hide them lugers with Karen
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ain't no motherfuckin sunshine
Verse 3
chorus:Aint no motherfuckin sunshine,
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Its only tech nines and clips and
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I thought you knew better
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,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from
Verse 4
my nigga,
Talkin billions with Brazilions
I got this funny feeling that
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I'm gone be filthy rich
'cause money's a faithful bitch
more so fuck another
they see they sucker
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pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me
why these niggaz hate me
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Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
doing the same shit
His habit made em tell
law,bastard crooked as hell
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Mixed him up with Derrel it's
2 Derrels
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They hit they doe with Marquel
just lookin for the shells
They try to best they nail,
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like nail give me a break
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
Dm
We,appreciate that we so smooth
they ain't caught us yet
know where I belong
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Pumpin her up with these
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songs,so so-long to all three
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get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the
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lock that she was holdin
downstairs,my fuckin box was open
Rambaling through my shit
no shells from the murder
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It should have been six empty
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bullets and my ruger
her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders would
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interfer with my grindin
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the sun ain't shinin
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chorus
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me while I'm working
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This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon
to stay in my room
3 murders second count
Dm
But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out
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Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta
door and who is that
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Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
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Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
gat yea that mack
grazed me cross my back
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But then I reach my gat,payback I'm
bustin rockets
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two clips off in my pocket
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went the bustin over there
niggaz, die nigga yea
there Karen's cousin
then turned off the light
approaching to my right
them niggaz call my name
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My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet holes
more of them has got to go
the bustin with mine
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It ain't no fuckin sunshine!
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