Vita - The Learning (Burn) lyrics

[Havoc] It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave n***as 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***as 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***a overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink My life story was written in blood, permanent ink k**er 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**hes in the head beatin 'em n***as wanna ride by the crib all slow We clap mothaf**a, want a real rap show? Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castle And in the blink watch how quick life pa** you [Hook: Vita] What's wrong with mothaf**as when will the ever learn Keep playin with that fire and that a** 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 [Big Noyd] Let me tell you how it's goin down, it's on now n***as used to love me, now they wanna hate me now I'm that same n***a 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**in drama king like my n***a Kayslay Sex, d**, 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 n***a, ready to bang n***a don't think sh** stink, then sh** hit the fans So I don't slip, I'mma sh** with my gun in my hand It's a thug thing y'all n***as wouldn't understand and Y'all keep guns we keep our sh** bangin [Hook] [Prodigy] You a b**h-a** n***a, I had you k**ed All they had was your picture at the funeral No casket, you ba*tards be missin My j**els, my whip, my rims we b**hin My guns be the heat that'll make you blister My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you n***as No sh**, 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** that you pulled ain't do me no damage You don't know me, but we bout to change that sh** Wrap that n***a up like a package f** all them n***as, buck all them f*ggots [Hook] [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