I Ain't No Joke - RBL Posse

Black C stepping through kicking ass and

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

‘Cause you play with a small deck

And for the test, your ass get checked

Niggas in the SF see ya

10 percent love me, 90 percent hate me

But that’s a O-muthafuckin-K

And to the 10 percent that love is strapped with an AK

It’s a jack 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 thang

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

And you can’t be soft, ‘cause if you’re soft

You’ll get tossed, I’m not taking no loss

Niggas wanna roll through muggin'

You got a flex on your chest so let’s start sluggin'

In the muthafuckin' street

10 brothers, a ghetto boxer, and a nigga couldn’t fuck with me

Bink bink to the chin

A right, left, uppercut, now his ass got broke in

The nigga 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»)

Now wash me down, comin' uno, dos to the three

It’s Mr. Cee 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 nothin' but a fool

So it’s time for the fool to get schooled

But don’t let that be a setback

At least you didn’t get jacked with a chrome plated get

No type of role model to look to

I tried Magic Johnson and now he’s through

That’s why I don’t care if you die

Tryin' to be fly, in the 415

And when it comes to drama, we come equipped

So put a gun in my hand and it sho' won’t slip

But better yet fit, like a key to a lock

Like a bullet to a Glock

Killin' nonstop

I’m still standing so I guess it was a donut just got popped

So quit playing with this rope before you tie your neck in a noose

And you can’t get loose

I’m just one of them young locs

Word to the serious tip, this nigga ain’t no joke

(«I ain’t no joke»)

Back on the muthafuckin' track

Black C kickin' facts while bitches on the bozack

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 muthafuckin' dick

And all you gangstas, prankstas, even big bankstas

Mashin' 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 niggas wanna try me

But the R to the E to the P, they can’t fade me

Or my muthafuckin' group

With the Frisco shirts and the steel toe boots

You know my posse keep it 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 niggas is balling

(«Well alright»)

And we ain’t no joke

Put the pushing to the side before yo' ass get smoked

(«I ain’t no joke»)

Now a lot of people think that niggas from the city by the Bay

Is strictly gay

But come with me to the mo-mo, all you’re gonna see

Is guts getting pound, G

‘Cause all the fags… («are on the other side of town»)

But back to the subject at hand

You’re fuckin' with a true blue, so let the shit hit the fan

I don’t like fairytales ‘cause I live reality

Real niggas do die, call it technicality

Or a mere loss

You was fuckin' with a nigga in a Niners hat so you got tossed

Now do you realize what I am saying?

‘Cause Frisco niggas sho' ain’t playing

And since I’m down with the muthafuckin' HRD

Best believe this nigga ain’t no joke, G

(«I ain’t no joke»)