[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 hoppes 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
Under The Plaintive Sky Lyrics
And so does the downhearted tune Resound through this murky night And the wind groan its wistful song For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight These two round-s