I Ain't No Joke

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

Black C stepping through, kicking ass in

And all you punk motherfuckers, I hate you with a passion

'Cause you play with a small deck

As for the, test

Your ass getting checked

**** in the SF, see ya

Ten percent love me, ninety percent hate me

But that's a old motherfucking case

Because the ten percent that love me is strapped with an AK

It's a trap when I'm in black

And if you got a crack sack, your ass getting jacked for that

And it's a shame 'cause I do this thing

But it's the way you gotta be in the dope game

And you can't be soft, 'cause is if you're soft

You get tossed, I'm not taking no loss

**** wanna roll through mugging

You got a plex on your chest so let's start slugging

In the motherfucking street

Ten rounds of ghetto boxing and a **** couldn't fuck with me

Bing, bing to the chin

A right, left, uppercut now his ass got broken

The **** got laid out

Two times to the jaw and his ass got played out

Tryna slug with me

But his ass shoulda known that I ain't no joke, G

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

Now bust me from the uno, dos

To the three, it's Mister C from the SFC

But you don't really hear me though

So you got beat down when you rolled through Frisco

Thinking it was cool, you're nothing but a fool

So it's time for the fool to get schooled

But don't let that be a setback

Because you can get jacked, with a chrome plated gat

No type of role model to look to

I tried Metti Gust and now he's through

Death Squad don't care if ya die

Try to be fly, in the 4-1-5

And when it comes to to drama we come equipped

So put a gun in my hand and show 'em, strip

But better yet, fit, like a key to a lock

Like a bullet to a Glock

Killing nonstop

I'm still standing so I get you with the donut

Just got got popped

Quit playing with this rope 'fore you tie your neck in a noose

And ya can't get loose

I'm just one of those young Locs

Word to the serious tip

This **** ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

Back on the motherfucking track

Black C kicking facts while bitches on the Prozac

But it ain't no thang to me

'Cause in SFC we always roll deep

Chris how deep?

Deeper than that fat ass bitch

And she can suck, my motherfucking dick

And all you gangstas, pranksters, even big banksters

Mashing through my hood I should spank ya

You got a problem with that

I see your pockets is fat, so I think I should jack

So it's time to put my mask on

Get my 9 double M, and then I get my blast on

I'm not taking no shorts

If you're not a big dog, stay your puppy ass on the porch

'Cause most **** wanna try me

For the R to E to the P they can't fade me

Or my motherfucking crew

With the Frisco shirts and the steel toe boots

You know our posse keep a low-pro

In Frisco, 'cause that's the way the shit go

Everybody feel that the sky is falling

Everybody feel that the sky is falling

Everybody feel that the sky is falling

As they see us coming up

'Cause **** is balling

And we ain't no joke

Put the pusher to the seven

'Fore your ass get smoked

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

Now a lotta people think that **** from the city

By The Bay, is strictly gay

But come with me to the MOMO

All you gonna see is

Guns getting pound, G

'Cause all the fags

Live on the other side of town

But back to the subject at hand

You fucking with a true blue

So let the shit hit the fan

I don't like fairy tales 'cause I live reality

Real **** do die call it technicality

Or a mural, lost you was fucking with a ****

In a Niners chest, 'fore you got tossed

Now do you realize what I am saying?

'Cause Frisco **** sure ain't playing

And sit some down with the motherfucking HRD

Best believe, this **** ain't no joke, G

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke

I ain't no joke