Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Learning (Burn), artist - Mobb Deep. Date of issue: 10.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Learning (Burn) |
| 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 |
| 'Til 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, permanent 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, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So) |
| Niggas want to 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 |
| Lemme tell you how it’s goin' down, it’s on now |
| Niggas used to love me, now they want to 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 Kayslay |
| Sex, drugs, money, and murder all day |
| It’s rules, guidelines, 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 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' |
| You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill’t |
| All they had was your picture at the funeral |
| No casket, you bas-tards 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 faggots |
| 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 |