Rydah J. Klyde - It Ain't Funny lyrics

[Chorus: Mac Dre] Ha ha, it ain't funny but the money keep us laughin', y'all The game is rough like blacktop basketball Weak n***as fall, you got to keep mashin', dog And do it movin' if you got the people after y'all [Verse 1: Rydah J. Klyde] 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, f** all forensics, no evidence Stalk out his house, we bring the drama to your residence Don't be alarmed, b**h, 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2: Mac Dre] 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 n***as 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 n***as was doin' the Uprock Buckshots, itchy itchy, blah blah, heart stops Head popped, ooh, some n***a 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 k**er on the news and front-page headlines