[Chorus: Greg Valentine]
There's no sunshine in the city
That's the way it's going down
People kill and people dyin
Every time I turn around
There's no sunshine...
[Sticky Fingaz]
I roll wit purse snatchaz, the villains, and trespassers
Criminalist, and parole violators
I raidin wit regulators, invaded the instigators
Passed the procrastinators, rolled on retaliators
Roamin at home wit burglars, party wit murderers
Scandal big reelers, I sell coke to dope dealers
Ask the stash dealers, so rash the gat peelers
The time behind bars, ridin in stolen cars
Forty deuce six, posin hard, rollin large
Big pockets that pay, pistol black is big smackers
Back up the ally, attack us, waitin for the crackers
Smugglers, muggers, in the gutters wit ruck cutters
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this, money get this
For beaters wit heaters to bleed us, and speed us, and 2 seaters
Crime essence and crime confessions, yea pure precious
My guess is good as yours, while niggas be takin draws
Rapers and zipper rippers, take rappers and over actors
Bottle throwers, the buddha rollers
I roll wit cigar smoke flowers
Boilers wit playas, slashes bashes Mercedes
Always solicit, and pullin out on project business
Schemin and scandalous, the dreamers and pan handlers
Ready to run up in Rockefeller, put the glock in the teller
And tell the bitch to give the money, and hurry up
[Chorus]
[Sonsee]
To me, USG livin, is one gigantic ring of concealin
Double dealin, drug fiendin, sellin and schemin
On the next beam, fleein from the cops, caught wit beings
Illegal operatin,
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