Rbl Posse - A Lesson To Be Learned lyrics

Hip Hop on a muthaf**in jock Its the Black C n***a, and I rock non-stop With the Frisco crew and s**as are losin f**in wit me and catch a steel toe boot an Right to the Jaw, my crew is straight raw RBL, thats Ruthless By Law Thats my muthaf**in posse, and n***as wana 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 piece I got it goin on Cuz hoes on my nutt sack, my money stack is kinda fat I didn't have to pull a jack to get where a n***a at I lay down, stay down, always kept my nine around Cause when you sell crack, dopers come in funny crowds 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 dont have no money Watch out for the jack But the tables have turned, and your a** got burned So punk muthaf**a theres a lesson to be learned (Yea, Chris You know n***as can't did a pig So why dont you drop some more of that shot about these punk police out here in frisco Know what Im sayin? Bust that sh**..) [Verse 2] First 2 goes out to the police f**in wit me, now your a** got beef See you started sum static, you silly a** rabbit Jackin in my hood like a muthaf**in bad habbit Dippen through my pockets like muthaf**in Dig Dug I guess Im a n***a that you wana get rid of It seems that way, in my muthaf**in hood All you punk police always up to no good Comin threw sweatin while we trynna get out gurp on f**in up our highs and we sitting in a drug zone But ya done did it, its the last time to me, see Now Im gonna gather up my muthaf**in posse The crazy a** n***as The crazy a** crew The crazy muthaf**as with the steel toed boots Im getn my matches, Im grabbin my gasoline And blowing that Police station to smithereens Cause I dont play Im strapped wih my AK and sendin you blue suits straight to your grave So Police, you can burn baby burn Cause the tables have turned And youve gotn on my last nerves Lessons, and suggestions is what a n***as stressin So watch out chief, cause your boys got beat! (Check this muthaf**in sh** out..) [Verse 3] Dumpin on the mic is the n***a Mista C Comin outta Frisco, RBL is my posse Standin on Harbor trynna sell all my crack sacks Stress on my mind, from thinkin "will I get jacked?" But if you scared, go to church Cuz ain't no fear in my heart, Im still yellin work n***as trynna run wild, thinkin they dont hit Getn too greedy get you gaffled in the mix Getn popped by the cops not knowing where your goin Wit a sack in your nutts, hoopin it and sure to get thrown in a patty waggon with all type of agents And some get k**ed in high speed chases No you sittin in court with out givin up a fight Got sent to the pen, doin 10 to 25.. 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 real to the game, than you know Im kickin facts Yea theres money to be earned So take notes on what you see.. Cause theres a lesson to be leanred (b**h I though you knew, b**h I really thought you knew.. That theres a lesson to be leanred b**h I thought you knew, b**h I really thought you knew.. Yea b**h, theres a lesson to be learned b**h I thought you knew, b**h I really thought you knew.. (continues till end)