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The Learning (Burn)

by Lil' Mo

on Learning To Fly (2019)

[Verse 1: Havoc]
It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte
Slugs that leave n*ggas 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
n*ggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 murkin
Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? n*gga 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, b*tches in the head beatin 'em
n*ggas wanna ride by the crib all slow
We clap mothaf*cka, 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 mothaf*ckas when will they ever learn
Keep playin with that fire and that ass is gettin burned
f*ckin with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of
What's wrong with mothaf*ckas when will they ever learn
Keep playin with that fire and that ass is gettin burned
f*ckin with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

[Verse 2: Big Noyd]
Let me tell you how it's goin down, it's on now
n*ggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same n*gga 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
And I'm a f*ckin drama king like my n*gga Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money and murder all day
It's rules, guidlines and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, IMD the set I claim
Infamous Mobb Deep n*gga, ready to bang
n*gga don't think sh*t stink, then sh*t hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'mma sh*t with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all n*ggas wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns we keep our sh*t bangin

[Chorus: Vita]
What's wrong with mothaf*ckas when will they ever learn
Keep playin with that fire and that ass is gettin burned
f*ckin with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You a b*tch-ass n*gga, I'll have you killed
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you bast*rds be missin
My jewels, my whip, my rims we b*tchin
My guns be the heat that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you n*ggas
No sh*t, no clip, don't f*ck 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 than 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, n*gga, but we bout to change that sh*t!
Wrap that n*gga up like a package
f*ck all them n*ggas; buck all them faggots!

[Chorus: Vita]
What's wrong with mothaf*ckas when will they ever learn
Keep playin with that fire and that ass is gettin burned
f*ckin with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of
What's wrong with mothaf*ckas when will they ever learn
Keep playin with that fire and that ass is gettin burned
f*ckin with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin all of y'all somethin to be afraid of

[Outro: Vita]
Yeah, QB (Yeah)
Mobb Deep, dola
It's going down, we're taking 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