The Learning (Burn)
 作词 : Albert Johnson/L. Raynor/T. Perry/Kejuan Muchita
 作曲 : Albert Johnson/L. Raynor/T. Perry/Kejuan Muchita

It be a buck-fifty
Your chance of runnin'
Is infinite
Slugs that leave ****** 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'
****** 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? ***** 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*****s in the head beatin' 'em
(So)
****** wanna ride
By the crib all slow
(Oh)
We clap motherf****r
Want a real rap show?
Fiends are rus*in'
When the mack blow
Dead in my castle
And in the blink watch
How quick life pass you
What's wrong
With motherf****rs
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire
And that ass is gettin' burned
F****n' with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all
Somethin' to be afraid of
What's wrong
With motherf****rs
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire
And that ass is gettin' burned
F****n' 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
****** used to love me
Now they wanna hate me now
I'm that same *****
With the tech
Holdin' the spot down
Except I'm pus*in' 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 f****n' drama king
Like my ***** Kay slay
***, 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 *****
Ready to bang
***** don't think s*it stink
Then s*it hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma s*it
With my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing y'all ******
Wouldn't understand and
Y'all keep guns
We keep our s*it bangin'
What's wrong
With motherf****rs
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire
And that ass is gettin' burned
F****n' with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all
Somethin' to be afraid of
You a ***** ass *****
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 *******'
My guns be the heat
That'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll
Stomp you ******
No s*it, no clip
Don't **** 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 s*it that you pulled
Ain't do me no damage
You don't know me
But we 'bout
To change that s*it
Wrap that ***** up
Like a package
**** all them *****
Buck all them fagots
What's wrong
With motherf****rs
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire
And that ass is gettin' burned
F****n' with semi-autos
One foot is in the grave
We givin' all of y'all
Somethin' to be afraid of
What's wrong
With motherf****rs
When will the ever learn
Keep playin' with that fire
And that ass is gettin' burned
F****n' 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