Juvenile:
Who tha fuck? Nigga hittin` shots in the truck.
Hope I`m able to make this right turn right here or I`m fucked.
Lil` whodi that I`m with, ballin` up like a bitch.
Instead of tryin` to retaliate by bustin` his shit.
My leg already fucked up, been playin` that bar.
Now I gotta drive the car too? Slangin` and all.
Left arm on the steering wheel, right on the Mack.
Them niggas brought it to my boys, so I`m bringin` it back.
Out the window, with a dumped semi, but I crash.
This boy went straight through the window, his stupid ass.
And I`m noticing I smell gas....
Gotta bust the airbag, get out the car fast, and haul ass.
I still gotta duck bullets that cut through brick.
What the fuck I did to make niggas wan` do me like this?
Walked along, fo` one of the bullets ignite the gas.
Them, me, even the building`s gon` be ash.
TQ: (Chorus 2x)
My life, my life, my life, my life...
My life, my life, my life, my life...
Ain`t No Sunsshhiinnnnneeeee...
Ain`t no sunshine till they gone...
Ain`t no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd degree burns.
My lil` cousin, D-Note, flipped out and murdered his children.
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin` her feelings.
He`s lookin` at a L, so ain`t no need for a trial.
Accept it like a man, bitch, or live in denial.
What you think them people gon` say when they look at his file?
`He that lil` boss nigga, he in here for a while.`
I had a shit back on me, I could barely walk.
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk.
I read lips when I pull up. Right after I park...
I hear a nigga say `Whas`happenin, whoa?` but not from the heart.
Word gotta be out, a lot of tensions in the air, black.
These everyday niggas, ain`t even.. must be makin` transact.
If I think about a gun, I`ma get 10.
Them people got they ears to the streets, and they be listenin.
(Chorus 2x)
Juvenile:
Nigga catchin` one of them bitches slippin, but I`m wishin.
I rather be lock-down in prison than come up missin.
But that go to show you how fast the laws work.
They was beefin` with somebody that punish them boys first.
Don`t ya know them people still thinkin` I sent the hit?
I`d accept it if I did it, but they wrong for that shit.
To the police, I sounded like the boy cried wolf.
Cause they know I like slangin` rice, shootin dice, with the crooks.
Everything in life I killed, or maybe I took.
This a never-ending episode, my life is a book.
I`m hot, so I`m ridin` round up in block burners.
A funeral pass.. two cops, and five limos.
Man, that`s one of them niggas, was tryin` to snipe me.
I bet ya everybody in that crowd don`t like me.
I should go up in the bitch bustin.
But they got innocent by-standards..
that never meant to `click` nuthin.