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The Learning (Burn)
Mobb Deep
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Big Noyd
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, it be a buck 50, your chance of runnin' is infinite (yeah)
Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey (uh-huh)
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 (yeah)
On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'
'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin'
Niggas never learnin' that they eyes keep lurkin' (no)
Have ya janitor pumpin' your X5 murkin'
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat (uh-huh)
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent ink (that's right)
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, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (so?)
Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (oh)
We clap mothafucka, 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 (uh)
What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn (yeah)
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)
Fuckin' 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 (yeah) it's on now
Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now (oh)
I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down (uh-huh)
Except I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down (yeah)
But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now (uh-huh)
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
And I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay (uh-huh)
Sex, drugs, money and murder all day
It's rules, guidelines and codes, we obey (yeah)
Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang
Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand (uh-huh)
It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin'
What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you killed (uh)
All they had was your picture at the funeral (uh-huh)
No casket, you bastards be missin' (huh)
My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin' (yeah)
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister (uh-huh)
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas (word)
No shit, no clip, don't fuck with us (no)
It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them (oh)
From the old to the new and the rest of them (mm)
No love, just slugs for ya body dunn (no)
Just pain, just sufferin' and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage
And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage (no)
You don't know me, but we 'bout to change that shit
Wrap that nigga up like a package
Fuck all them niggas, buck all them faggots (huh)
What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah)
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of
What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh)
Fuckin' 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 goin down, we're takin' over
Vita, gettin this dough
We don't call it Murda for nothin' (Murda!)
(Murda, Murda!) I see you (what you want?)
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us
It ain't a game, yeah
Oh, come on, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
You see us
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