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conversations.value: Write me a song called No Joke with the following description: “No Joke” is a collaboration between Jay Rock and Ab-Soul that appears on Jay’s July 2011 album Follow Me Home. On the track, the two rappers discuss their thug origins, which includes gang violence, drug dealing, and poverty. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Willie B]
  [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
  Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta
  Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover
  Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
  Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind
  Where you from? Take ya time, bust a nigga no response
  Rest a hater, respirator... no response
  Green light, go time, where yo block? I know mine
  So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga
  Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, nigga
  Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor
  Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular
  Projects hold me down, A1 customers
  A1 army guns, A1 predators
  Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us
  Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down, show me something
  [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
  I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
  Burn ya whole block down like propane
  Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
  If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
  Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
  Finna take another trip to the liquor store
  The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
  These streets ain't no motherfucking joke [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin'
  Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin'
  Model bitch think I'm trickin', oh no, no-go
  W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo' mo'
  What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doin' me
  Flyin' spur doin' 3, gutter lane, blowin' tree
  Homie what you smokin' on? I can get it dirt cheap
  I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow
  I can show you how to whip it
  Birdies given off a show, servin' quail in the kitchen
  Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked
  Some deals go sour, real niggas locked up
  Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life
  Murders keep me stressed at night
  My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice
  Story of a real nigga, this is how I feel, nigga
  Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga!
  [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
  I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
  Burn ya whole block down like propane
  Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
  If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
  Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
  Finna take another trip to the liquor store
  The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
  These streets ain't no motherfucking joke [Verse 3: Jay Rock]
  My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me
  Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me
  Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
  Know tomorrows never promised
  Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish
  Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lord's forgiveness
  Know I've been through obstacles
  Know I gotta shit on niggas, know I gotta do my thang
  Knowin' that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings
  Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches
  Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes
  Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures
  Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
  Know I gotta stay silent, know I can't fall for nothing
  Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
  Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me
  Know I gotta keep it pushin', know you can't fuck with me
  [Chorus: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
  I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
  Burn ya whole block down like propane
  Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
  If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
  Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
  Finna take another trip to the liquor store
  The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
  These streets ain't no motherfucking joke