Ain't No Sunshine - Pastor Troy

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 
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