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Various Artists - The Learning 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 [×5] 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
 [×2]
 [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 wayVarious Artists - The Learning - http://motolyrics.com/various-artists/the-learning-lyrics.html
 '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'
[Chorus] ×1
 [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
[Chorus] ×2
 [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








