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
My mens my Timbs'll stomp you n***as
No s**t no clip don't f**k with us
It's no problem I bring it to the best of them
From the old to the new and the rest of them
No love just slugs for ya body dunn
Just pain just sufferin and worst than that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantage
And that s**t that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You don't know me n***a but we 'bout to change that s**t
Wrap that n***a up like a package
F**k all them n***as buck all them faggots
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
Yeah QB yeah
Mobb Deep dola
It's going down we're taking over
Vita gettin this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin Murda Murda Murda
I'll send you on Prodigy Big Noyd Havoc
Yeah y'all see us it ain't a game yeah
Oh
Come on yeah uh yeah
You see us
