The Learning (burn) [main Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Yeah 

Yeah 

Yeah 

Yeah 

Yo 

It be a buck-fifty 

Your chance of runnin' 

Is infinite 

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 

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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 X 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 

Photos 

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 motherfucker 

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 motherfuckers 

When will the ever learn 

Keep playin' with that fire 

And that ass is gettin' burned 

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 motherfuckers 

When will the ever learn 

Keep playin' with that fire 

And that ass is gettin' burned 

Fuckin' with semi-autos 

One foot is in the grave 

We givin' all of y'all 

Somethin' to be afraid of 

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 fuckin' drama king 

Like my nigga Kay slay 

Sex, drugs, money 

And murder all day 

It's rules, guidelines 

And codes, we obey 

Don't even trip, I M D 

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 

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 motherfuckers 

When will the ever learn 

Keep playin' with that fire 

And that ass is gettin' burned 

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 kill't 

All they had was your 

Picture at the funeral 

No casket 

You bistards be missin' 

My jewels, my whip 

My rims we bitchin' 

My guns be the heat 

That'll make you blister 

My mens, my Timbs'll 

Stomp you niggas 

No shit, no clip 

Don't fuck 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 shit that you pulled 

Ain't do me no damage 

You don't know me 

But we 'bout 

To change that shit 

Wrap that nigga up 

Like a package 

Fuck all them nigga 

Buck all them fagots 

What's wrong 

With motherfuckers 

When will the ever learn 

Keep playin' with that fire 

And that ass is gettin' burned 

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 motherfuckers 

When will the ever learn 

Keep playin' with that fire 

And that ass is gettin' burned 

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 

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