No Laughing Matter

Niggas know who control the streets

Drug zone, Hell Block, yeah

ConCreature shit

Boldy Blockworks

Let's get it

If I ain't got it, then Double'll tote it, we got the same vices

Same prices that them hustlers quoted (Yeah)

Can microwave, open the stove and over the sink

Dropped out of Cooley, but in this street shit, I got double promoted

Any drug, I done sold it, when I shoot a gun, I unload it

Spent most of my twenties livin' on the run, it was bogus

Son of a Broadus, so you know murder one was the motive (Ma dukes)

Kept it too real, never hid shit from my son if you've noticed

Was under a microscope, starin' at life through my rifle scope

Catch him up top, come with a plush and a bonus (Bah)

Cop a plea, what's a opp to me but another opponent? (What's a opp?)

I'll paint your face red

That same hair that you brush, I'ma comb it (Fuckin' bozo)

You never dumped a ooh-wop, empty out a drum and reload it (Brr)

Until the barrel start meltin' and the muzzle explodin'

Plug was the motive, he helped the undercovers decode it

Young and devoted, he still'll cut the tongue off a rodent

Let's get it (Uh, uh, uh)

This ain't no laughin' matter

We went up top and dropped that shit off, should've had his ladder

The mad hatter, pack heat like Thermoses

Straighten his nappy-ass hair out, give him a permin' kit

This ain't no laughin' matter, we role with dirty clips

'Cause when it's up, we shakin' shit up like it's turbulence

Bro just blew trial and lost his case, shit ain't no laughin' matter

I'll wipe that smile off of your face, this ain't no laughin' matter

It's funny, you're a funny guy

You mean the way I talk? What?

It's just, you know, you're— it's— you're just funny, it's—

The way you tell the story every day

What's funny about it?