Testo A lesson to be learned Rbl Posse

A lesson to be learned

Verse 1:
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' with me and get the steel-toe boot in 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 nine-deuce, I got it goin' on.'Cuz hoes wanna nutsack my moneystack is kinda fat I didn't have the bullet jack to get where a nigga at.
I lay down stay down always kept my nine around 'cuz when you sell crack dopers come in funny browns.
Tweekin', geekin' 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 ass got burned so punk motherfucker there's a lesson to be learned.

Yea 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, you know what I'm saying? bust that shit!

Verse 2: verse two goes out to the police fuckin' with me now your ass got beef, see? you started some static, you silly ass rabbit, droppin' in my hood like a motherfuckin' bad habbit.
Diggin' through my pockets like motherfuckin' dig then 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're tryin' to get our gurp on, fuckin' up our highs now we sittin' in a drug zone.
but what 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, the crazy motherfuckers with the steel-toe boots.
I'm gettin' my matches, I'm grabbin' my gasoline and blowin' that police station to smithereens 'cuz I don't play, I'm strapped with my AK.
sendin' you blue suits straight to your graves.so police you can burn baby burn cuz the tables have turned and you got on my last nerves.
lessons and suggestions is what a nigga's stressing, so watch out chief cause your boy's got beat.

Check this motherfuckin' shit out

Verse 3: Dumping on the mike is the nigga Mr.
C, 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, 'cuz ain't no fear in my heart I'm still yelling work niggas 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 pope (?) and your sure to get thrown in a paddy 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 yeah there's money to be earned, but take notes on what you see cause there's a lesson to be learned.