CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Laughing Matter
[Intro]
Niggas know who control the streets
Drug zone, Hell Block, yeah
ConCreature shit
Boldy Blockworks
Let's get it
[Verse]
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)
Kеpt it too real, never hid shit from my son if you'vе 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)
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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?
Niggas know who control the streets
Drug zone, Hell Block, yeah
ConCreature shit
Boldy Blockworks
Let's get it
[Verse]
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)
Kеpt it too real, never hid shit from my son if you'vе 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)
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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?
