[Chorus: Greg Valentine]
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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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[Fredro Starr]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Sonsee]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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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 Indian conversation
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Purse Snatchaz
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| Onyx |
