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 livin’ 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, 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 an 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, emptyy up 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, [?] 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