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Mobb Deep - The Learning (Burn) lyrics
[Havoc:] It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runnin' Is infinte Slugs that leave niggas 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' Till my eyes see the blood That mean the creep start workin' Niggas never learnin' that They eyes keep lurkin' Have ya janitor Pumpin' your [X5] merkin Skid marks the street Your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story was Written in blood, permenant ink Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em Gotta think like that 'cause Forever I be needin' 'em Plan flawless, mistakes Never repeatin' 'em Some love, some hate me B****es in the head beatin' 'em (So) Niggas wanna ride By the crib all slow (Oh) We clap motherf***er 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 [CHORUS:] [Vita:] What's wrong With motherf***ers When will the ever learn Keep playin' with that fire And that as* is gettin' burned F***in' with semi-autos One foot is in the grave We givin' all of y'all Somethin' to be afraid of [Repeat] [Big Noyd:] Lemme tell you How it's goin' down It's on now Niggas used to love me Now they wanna hate me now I'm that same nigga 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 'Cause I'm a f***in' drama king Like my nigga Kayslay Sex, drugs, money And murder all day It's rules, guidlines And codes, we obey Don't even trip, IMD It's that I claim Infamous Mobb Deep nigga Ready to bang Nigga don't think sh*t stink Then sh*t hit the fans So I don't slip, I'ma sh*t With my gun in my hand It's a thug thing y'all niggas Wouldn't understand and Y'all keep guns We keep our sh*t bangin' [Repeat chorus] [Prodigy:] You a b****-as* nigga I had you kill't All they had was your Picture at the funeral No casket You b*stards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we b****in' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my Timbs'll Stomp you niggas No sh*t, no clip Don't f*** 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 then that You let me Get my hands on you So I'm takin' advantage And that sh*t that you pulled Ain't do me no damage You don't know me But we 'bout To change that sh*t Wrap that nigga up Like a package F*** all them nigga Buck all them faggots [Repeat chorus twice] [Vita:] Yeah, QB (Yeah) Mobb Deep, dola It's goin' down We're takin' 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 You see us |
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