It Ain't Funny - Mac Dre

Ha ha, it ain’t funny but the money keep us laughin', y’all

The game is rough like blacktop basketball

Weak niggas fall, you got to keep mashin', dog

And do it movin' if you got the people after y’all

It’s the Rydah, the real one

Ya nig, I might steal one

Shots echo through the ghetto

Rip through your buildin'

Just missed your children

Right above the crib

Though you wasn’t so lucky

Somebody love the kid

You shoulda ran and hid, the line had been crossed

The 4−5 and the choppa after the nines had got tossed

Somebody gotta die, if I go, you gots to go

My yayo’s movin' slow, my K need ammo

It’s the life, I live it, my right to spit it is evident

Bustin' my gun and it wasn’t for dead presidents

I’m tryna live, fuck all forensics, no evidence

Stalk out his house, we bring the drama to your residence

Don’t be alarmed, bitch, it’s just the M-O-B

Rules to this game we play, it’s either him or me

I gotta get him, shots hit him up every direction

From the Bay to P.O., this how we represent the section

Can ya, can ya move it do it?

(Move it do it)

You better (Do it movin')

Let’s move it do it (You better)

I work hard for the money but I never had a job

I run with the mob, deal, steal and rob

Got chicks with tricks on the World Wide Web

Snow bunnies get money, white girls I said

Fight Furl, ya dead, pick, ya get whacked

My little niggas is mainey, they don’t know how to act

They up at 7 with Cobra and Elevens

In Friendship buildin' chillin' more than reverend

Waitin' for the OK call from up top

Been doin' it since niggas was doin' the Uprock

Buckshots, itchy itchy, blah blah, heart stops

Head popped, ooh, some nigga got dropped

Got knocked, got popped, did Fed time

K.O.

with one blow, lights out, it’s bedtime

Wake up, make up, with the game, it’s bread time

A killer on the news and front-page headlines