A Lesson To Be Learned

Hip Hop on a muthafuckin jock Its the Black C nigga, and I rock non-stop With the Frisco crew and suckas are losin Fuckin 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 muthafuckin posse, and niggas 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 nigga 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 ass got burned So punk muthafucka theres a lesson to be learned (Yea, Chris You know niggas 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 shit..) [Verse 2] First 2 goes out to the police Fuckin wit me, now your ass got beef See you started sum static, you silly ass rabbit Jackin in my hood like a muthafuckin bad habbit Dippen through my pockets like muthafuckin Dig Dug I guess Im a nigga that you wana get rid of It seems that way, in my muthafuckin hood All you punk police always up to no good Comin threw sweatin while we trynna get out gurp on Fuckin 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 muthafuckin posse The crazy ass niggas The crazy ass crew The crazy muthafuckas 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 niggas stressin So watch out chief, cause your boys got beat! (Check this muthafuckin shit out..) [Verse 3] Dumpin on the mic is the nigga 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 Niggas 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 killed 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 (Bitch I though you knew, bitch I really thought you knew.. That theres a lesson to be leanred Bitch I thought you knew, bitch I really thought you knew.. Yea bitch, theres a lesson to be learned Bitch I thought you knew, bitch I really thought you knew.. (continues till end)