The Learning

[Havoc:] It be a buck-fifty Your chance of runninIs infinte Slugs that leave niggas drugged Like a chick slip the Mickey 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 On your team I'll pull the curtain A beautiful hurtinTill my eyes see the blood That mean the creep start workinNiggas never learnin' that They eyes keep lurkinHave ya janitor Pumpin' your [×5] merkin Skid marks the street