boy ya can t fuck with this you bust caps at my regal and ya missed boy ya can t fuck with this you bust caps at my regal and ya missed boy ya can t fuck with this you bust caps at my regal and ya missed boy ya can t fuck with this ya bust caps at my regal now you re done diddy done didddy done and nothing can save ya creepin through your city it s the garden block gator and i got hemmed up by the feds because of snitches shoot up your whole block with the fully s hittin switches since i was new to the city ya thought bustin caps was gonna scare a g off like a kitty hell nah i refuse to loose respect break necks to get mines big niggas get checked and it don t matter who ya are cause once you re dead and gone lfacin up at stars it ain t no sunsine chorus ain t no sunshine ain t no sunshine ain t no sunshine when ya gone i keep my mind on survivin one in the chamber my pistol when i m ridin one times want me dead the judge wants me strapless praying that i m next to get stuck up on a jack list they got me guilty until proven innocent cracked my juvenile files want me washed up the nile so called homies turned on me and tattled had me rattled when i heard the feds was in seattle punk bitch snitches die suckin on a dick wrapped in plastic floating with they throats slit straight razor ear to ear nosey ones get stitch scars watch the homies hit that ass cause on the yard it ain t no sunshine chorus ain t no sunshine ain t no sunshine ain t no sunshine when ya gone see some think their bad cause they bigger sucka ass nigga caught a slug in the liver layin on the concrete bleedin out the kidney fuckin with a young g got buck quickly dropped the gat in his drawers gave up his set spit a loogie on his chest showing no regret a murder man killa mad at the world natural born jackin bitches for diamonds and pearls come bangin on my door 15 s stacked i answered with the mac cause im sittin on yac see i m a g from the hood the bg s idol i front them caine on the spot cause money is survival he says whatsup big homie give a nigga daps and put that under the door as i gets the sack i m on my toes so be hold on that bergalin cause ain t no sunshine for murder men it s the loc dog psycho so go for your gun cause im a go for mine and be a nigga on the run so that shotgun splatters eatin up yo shit the loom loon loom got your windshield in your face bitch you can t fuck with a criminal i fill your shit with holes then send your ass to your funeral then who knows the getaway scheme back three s through the g to my house in the tree i m livin low but most of it s high cotton mouth the most i think i ll blame it on the buddah thai and that s why i live off the gat why throw it away with or without it they gon watch my ass cause it s my first strike so a nigga go for blood so when it s on it s me or the fuzz i m stuck in the slum and bound to get mine with one life to live it ain t no sunshine chorus