TheLearning

The Learning (Burn) - Mobb Deep

Lyrics by：Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/T. Perry/L. Raynor

Composed by：Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita/T. Perry/L. Raynor

Yeah

It be a buck-fifty your chance of runnin is infinte

Slugs that leave n***as drugged like a chick slip the Mickey

I'm so on the low it'd take a

Navy Seal to get me

When I surface if not chips to

Benz is the purpose

On your team I'll pull the curtain a beautiful hurtin

'Til my eyes see the blood that mean the creep start workin

N***as never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin

Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 murkin

Skid marks the street your heart skips a beat

Beef n***a overcook that meat

Get no sleep only rest is in between the blink

My life story was written in blood permanent ink

Killer instinct RIP 'em

Gotta think like that

'Cause forever I be needin 'em

Plan flawless mistakes never repeatin 'em

Some love me some hate me b***hes in the head beatin 'em

N***as wanna ride by the crib all slow

We clap mothaf**ka want a real rap show

Fiends are rushin when the mack blow dead in my castle

And in the blink watch how quick life pass you

What's wrong with mothaf**kas when will they ever learn

Keep playin with that fire and that a*s is gettin burned

F**kin with semi-autos one foot is in the grave

We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

What's wrong with mothaf**kas when will they ever learn

Keep playin with that fire and that a*s is gettin burned

F**kin with semi-autos one foot is in the grave

We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

Let me tell you how it's goin down it's on now

N***as used to love me now they wanna hate me now

I'm that same n***a with the tech holdin the spot down

Except I'm pushin a Lex lettin the top down

But wait you don't think I live a pop life now

That's hate you could get popped right now

Me don't play I keep a gun around my way

And I'm a f**kin drama king like my n***a Kayslay

Sex *** money and murder all day

It's rules guidlines and codes we obey

Don't even trip IMD the set I claim

Infamous Mobb Deep n***a ready to bang

N***a don't think s**t stink then s**t hit the fans

So I don't slip I'mma s**t with my gun in my hand

It's a thug thing y'all n***as wouldn't understand and

Y'all keep guns we keep our s**t bangin

What's wrong with mothaf**kas when will they ever learn

Keep playin with that fire and that a*s is gettin burned

F**kin with semi-autos one foot is in the grave

We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

You a b***h-a*s n***a I'll have you killed

All they had was your picture at the funeral

No casket you bastards be missin

My jewels my whip my rims we b***hin

My guns be the heat that'll make you blister