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rbl posse - lesson to be learned lyrics

i’m tired of this m-th-f-kken city

[verse 1:]

hip hop on the m-th-f-kken jock it’s the black seat n-gg- and i rock nonstop with the frisco crew and suckas are losin f-kking with n-gg- cause i steal tofu and right to the jaw my crew is straight raw rbl that’s ruthless by law that’s my muthf-kken posse and n-gg-s 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 nine piece i got it going on cause hoes on the n-ts-ck my money stack is kinda fat i didn’t have the bullet jack to get where a n-gg- at i lay down stay down always pimp at night and right cause wen you sell crack dopers come in funny browns tweaking, peeking, none of them is 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 -ss got burned so punk m-th-f-kker there’s a lesson to be learned

yea chris you know n-gg-s can’t dig a pig so why don’t you drop some more of that sh-t about these punk police out here in frisco you know what i’m saying bust that sh-t

[verse 2:]

goes out to the police f-kking with me now yo -ss got beef so you started some static you silly -ss rabbit jacking in my hood like a m-th-f-kken bad habbit dipping through my pockets like a m-th-f-ckken dig then i guess i’m a n-gg- that you wanna get rid of it seems that way i’m my mothaf-kken hood all you punk police always up to no good coming through sweatin while we trying to get our gurp on f-cking up our highs now we sitting in the drug zone but you done did this the last time to me see now i’m gonna gather up my mothaf-kken posse them crazy -ss n-gg-s the crazy -ss crew the crazy mothaf-ckers with the stealtoe boots i’m getting my matches i’m grabbing my gasoline and blowing that police station to smitherines cause i don’t play i’m strapped with my ak and sending 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 n-gg- stressing so watch out chief cause yo boy’s got beat

check this mothaf-kken sh-t out

(get down get down)

dumping on the mike is the n-gg- mr sleek coming out of frisco rbl is my posse standing on harbor trying to sell all my crack sacks stress on my mind from thinking will i get jacked but if your scared go to church cause ain’t no fear in my heart i’m still yelling work n-gg-s trying to run while thinking they don’t hit getting too greedy it’s get your gaffle in the mix getting popped by the cops not knowing where your going with a sack in your necks poep and your sure to get thrown in a caddie wagon we don’t type our ages a son get killed in high speed chases now your sitting in court without giving up a fight got sent to the pen doing ten to twenty five don’t say it ain’t worth it but i gotta go check so my pockets won’t be hurting so get back get back get back if your real to the game then you know i’m kicking facts yea there’s money to be earned but take notes on what you see cause there’s a lesson to be learned

b-tch i thought you knew b-tch i really thought you knew [x14]

(there’s a lesson to be learned)

- rbl posse lyrics

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