No Laughing Matter

(álbum: Super Tecmo Bo - 2021)

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, up on the stove, and over the sink
Dropped out of Coolie, 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 living on the run, it was bogus
Son of a [?] 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, staring 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 an opp?)
I'll paint your face red, that same hair that you brush, I'ma comb it (Fucking bozo)
You never dumped a ooh-wop, emptyy up a drum and reload it (Brr)
Until the barrel start melting and the muzzle exploding
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 laughing matter
We went up top and dropped that shit off, should've had his ladder
The mad hatter, [?]
Straighten his nappy ass hair out, give him a perming kit
This ain't no laughing matter, we role with dirty clips
'Cause when it's up, we shaking shit up like it's turbulence
Bro just blew trial and lost his case, shit ain't no laughing matter
I'll wipe that smile off of your face, this ain't no laughing matter