| There’s no sunshine in the city
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| That’s the way it’s going down
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| People kill and people dyin
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| Every time I turn around
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| There’s no sunshine…
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| I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers
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| Criminalist, and parole violators
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| I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators
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| Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
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| Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers
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| Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers
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| Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
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| The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
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| Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
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| Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers
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| Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
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| Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
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| Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
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| Can’t take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
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| But kid it’s, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this
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| For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters
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| Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious
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| My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
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| Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors
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| Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
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| I roll wit cigar smoke flowers
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| Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes
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| Always solicit, and pullin out on project business
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| Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers
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| Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller
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| And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up
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| To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
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| Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin
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| On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings
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| Illegal operatin, law violatin and death escalatin
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| We all need our dollars straighten, bro we can’t be toleratin
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| Man that’s frustratin, that’s why we be demonstratin
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| How we be law breakin, cash takin, drug jugglin
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| Hand to hand, stand and lookout, money struck out to keep 'em strugglin
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| Embezzlin, extortin, man slaughter and assaultin
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| Mass shootin, slugs stabbin, gangs feudin and females boostin
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| For child supportin, or self done abortion
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| Everything costin, we all lustin for this fortune
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| So we’ll still be rowdy and riotin and lookin
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| Every group and, until we see some more improvin
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| It’ll be mad human deliciously, can’t completion
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| Cuz every day is killin season
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| I pledge allegiance to the street and blame God
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| For the creation of this pitiful Earth, that’s filled wit temptation
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| Birth was my invitation, death will be initiation
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| Now I just got a probation, so wish me congratulation
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| But I’m under investigation, for psychic evaluation
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| Facin incarceration, and isolation over the color discrimination
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| So I need the participation the Caucasian assassination
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| Time is wastin, it’s a Sticky situation
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| Tryin to stop a reproduction, to come off a population
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| And there’s no exaggeration, so whoever in an association
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| Wit the nigga retaliation that needs a total cooperation
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| When hours of desperation, on for ya information
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| A confrontation will be fought by the younger generation
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| Cuz we got determination, all we need is organization
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| So I use my concentration wit a Jim Crow education
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| Cuz history repeats itself, ya destination ya plantation
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| All come as loud as nation, that builds upon a communication
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| And then without a explanation, a hesitation, we have a reservation
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| To elite from a tree my decorations
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| So because of these altercations, we need to make some me duration’s
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| That’s being the manipulation of this God damn nation
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| And witness how the warn indication, so it’s the end of ya conversation |