[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,