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A Lesson To Be Learned

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I'm tired of this motherfuckin' shit

Hip-hop on a motherfuckin' jock

It's the Black C, nigga, and I rock nonstop

With the Frisco crew and suckas are losin'

Fuckin' wit' me you'll catch a steel toe boot and

Right to the jaw, my crew is straight raw

RBL, that's Ruthless By Law

That's my motherfuckin' posse, and niggas wanna pop me

But stop me, pop me, and your hoes still jock me

Like a rabbit to a carrot, a dog to a bone

The big 9-deuce, I got it goin' on

'Cause hoes on my nutsack, my money stack is kinda fat

I didn't have to pull a jack to get where a nigga at

I laid down, stayed down, always kept a .9 around

'Cause when you sell crack, dopers come in funny frowns

Tweakin', geekin', none of them are speakin'

And when they come around, make sure they ain't sneakin'

Right up on your back, you know they need crack

And they don't have no money? Watch out for the jack

But the tables have turned and your ass got burned

So punk motherfucker, there's a lesson to be learned

Yeah, Chris, you know niggas can't dig a pig

So why don't you drop some more of that shit

About these punk police out here in Frisco

Know what I'm sayin'? Bust that shit

Goes out to the police

Fuckin' wit' me, now your ass got beef

See, you started some static, you silly ass rabbit

Jackin' in my hood like a motherfuckin' bad habit

Diggin' through my pockets like motherfuckin' Dig-Dug

I guess I'm a nigga that you wanna get rid of

It seems that way in my motherfuckin' hood

All you punk police, always up to no good

Comin' through sweatin' while we tryna get out gurp on

Fuckin' up our high, sayin' we're sittin' in a drug zone

But you done did this the last time to me, see

Now I'm gonna gather up my motherfuckin' posse

Them crazy ass niggas, the crazy ass crew

Them crazy mothafuckers with the steel toe boots

I'm gettin' my matches, I'm grabbin' my gasoline

And blowing that police station to smithereens

'Cause I don't play, I'm strapped with my AK

Sendin' you blue suits straight to your grave

So police, you can burn baby burn

'Cause the tables have turned and you got on my last nerves

Lessons and suggestions is what a nigga's stressin'

So watch out, chief, 'cause your boys got beef

Check this motherfuckin' shit out

(Get down, get down)

Dumpin' on the mic is the nigga Mr. Cee

Comin' outta Frisco, RBL is my Posse

Standin' on Harbor tryna sell all my crack sacks

Stress on my mind, from thinkin' "Will I get jacked?"

But if you scared, go to church

'Cause ain't no fear in my heart, I'm still yellin' "Work"

Niggas tryna run wild, thinkin' they on hit

Gettin' too greedy gets you gaffled in the mix

Gettin' popped by the cops not knowing where you're goin'

Wit' a sack in your nuts, hopin' and then sure to get

Thrown in a paddy wagon with all type of agents

Or some get killed in high-speed chases

Now you sittin' in court without givin' up a fight

Got sent to the pen, doin' ten to twenty-five

Some say it ain't worth it

But I gotta go trick, so my pockets won't be hurtin'

So get back, get back, get back

If you're real to the game, then you know I'm kickin' facts

Yeah, there's money to be earned

But take notes on what you see

'Cause there's a lesson to be learned