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Crime Mob - Ain't No Joke lyrics
[Hook: repeat 8X] But alright I ain't no joke I ain't no joke [Verse 1: Diamond] Bitch you a imposter the money I be after Peeping up on my roster I check you fucking bastards And if you got a problem come and solve it I ain't no hoe Cause I'm the flawless chick just thought that you should fucking know Ain't no need to question cause it's clear that I'm the baddest if you think I'm fucking joking you should check my fucking status I know you think we cool but it's ok you ain't my folk just bring it to the wood and I'm show you I ain't no joke [Verse 2: Killa C] You know KC a killer so label me a thriller I'm known for smoking men but never smoking Reggie Miller you know push come to shove when we smoking on some drugs You fucking with some killers bitch you fucking with some thugs A-T-L real niggaz MOB money getters call us gorrilla niggaz we stacking on bigger figures Ain't scared to pull triggers swanging on pussy niggaz Killa C, MOB, now who the fuck think they realer young bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Pyscho Blac] This for all you jabble mouths that smother me with nonsense Talking big and tough but get nervous when my tool click This ain't no joke and this for sure you'll get your ass drug Coming at me wrong I'll run you home dripping licking blood I don't give a fuck I got ana to y'all hatin suckas Nigga you gone see me get buck up on you motherfuckers I'm no busta so don't try me like no erkel nerd when these combos come you'll be stunned like I struck a nerve [Verse 4: Princess] You shoulda listened to your conscience now I'm coming right at ya I pull your cards like a magician nigga abra cadabra I'm the master of this army you could be my apprentice And can't no nigga hurt or harm me cause they will get diminished Bitch don't try me like a joke cause I correct a nigga fast I'm a chick but I'll be quick to come and whoop off in yo ass Ain't got no time for stalling shit you scared then you should call it quits I'm ready and I'm deadly hoe so walk it like you talk it, Bitch [Hook] [Verse 5: Lil Jay] Well I'm fresh as fuck dressed in all black with some Filas on Bustin on yo ass we gone blast if you talking homes Head fed up but my led tucked in my pocket pussy nigga what We gone bust nigga quick to pop it Uno on your radio MOB got plenty hoes crunk off in your state in a rage making major dough Lil Jay never fucking broke Jay forever stacking dough Lil Jay pimping chiefing choke don't never take 'em for a joke [Hook - repeat until end] |
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