No Joke

Lyrics

[Produced by Willie B] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind Where you from? Take ya time, bust a nigga no response Rest a hater, respirator... no response Green light, go time, where yo block? I know mine So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, nigga Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular Projects hold me down, A1 customers A1 army guns, A1 predators Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down, show me something [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz These streets ain't no motherfucking joke [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin' Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin' Model bitch think I'm trickin', oh no, no-go W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo' mo' What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doin' me Flyin' spur doin' 3, gutter lane, blowin' tree Homie what you smokin' on? I can get it dirt cheap I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow I can show you how to whip it Birdies given off a show, servin' quail in the kitchen Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked Some deals go sour, real niggas locked up Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life Murders keep me stressed at night My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice Story of a real nigga, this is how I feel, nigga Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga! [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz These streets ain't no motherfucking joke [Verse 3: Jay Rock] My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town Know tomorrows never promised Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lord's forgiveness Know I've been through obstacles Know I gotta shit on niggas, know I gotta do my thang Knowin' that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business Know I gotta stay silent, know I can't fall for nothing Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me Know I gotta keep it pushin', know you can't fuck with me [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne Burn ya whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change If you ain't know, now you know mayne! Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz These streets ain't no motherfucking joke