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Mobb Deep - The Learning ft. Big Noyd (Burn) (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vita
Vita
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Lavita Raynor
Lavita Raynor
Songwriter
Tajuan Perry
Tajuan Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Frank Zago
Frank Zago
Assistant Engineer
Halsey Quemere
Halsey Quemere
Assistant Engineer
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Recording Engineer
Oscar Monsalve
Oscar Monsalve
Assistant Engineer
Ronald Odum
Ronald Odum
Assistant Producer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah It be a buck fifty, your chance of runnin' is infinite (yeah) Slugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the Mickey (uh-huh) 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 (yeah) On your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin' 'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workin' Niggas never learnin' that they eyes keep lurkin' (no) Have ya janitor pumpin' your X-5 murkin' Skid marks the street, your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat (uh-huh) Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink My life story was written in blood, permanent ink (that's right) 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, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (so?) Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (oh) We clap mothafucka, 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 (uh) What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah) Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh) Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn (yeah) Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh) Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of Let me tell you how it's goin' down (yeah) it's on now Niggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me now (oh) I'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down (uh-huh) Except I'm pushin' a Lex, lettin' the top down (yeah) But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now (uh-huh) That's hate, you could get popped right now Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way And I'm a fuckin' drama king like my nigga Kayslay (uh-huh) Sex, drugs, money and murder all day It's rules, guidelines and codes, we obey (yeah) Don't even trip, IMD it's that I claim Infamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bang Nigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fans So I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my hand (uh-huh) It's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand and Y'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin' What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah) Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh) Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you killed (uh) All they had was your picture at the funeral (uh-huh) No casket, you bastards be missin' (huh) My jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchin' (yeah) My guns be the heat that'll make you blister (uh-huh) My mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggas (word) No shit, no clip, don't fuck with us (no) It's no problem, I bring it to the best of them (oh) From the old to the new and the rest of them (mm) No love, just slugs for ya body dunn (no) Just pain, just sufferin' and worst then that You let me get my hands on you so I'm takin' advantage And that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damage (no) You don't know me, but we 'bout to change that shit Wrap that nigga up like a package Fuck all them niggas, buck all them faggots (huh) What's wrong with mothafuckas when will the ever learn (yeah) Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh) Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave We givin' all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of What's wrong with mothafuckas (fuckas) when will the ever learn Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is gettin' burned (uh-huh) Fuckin' 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 Murda for nothin' (Murda!) (Murda, Murda!) I see you (what you want?) Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc Yeah, y'all see us It ain't a game, yeah Oh, come on, yeah Uh-huh, yeah You see us
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Tajuan Akeom Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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