[Intro]
(I'm tired of this muthafuckin' shit)
(I'm tired of this muthafuckin' shit)
[Verse 1: Black C]
Hip-hop on a muthafuckin' jock
It's the Black C, n***a, and I rock nonstop
With the Frisco crew and suckas are losin'
Fuckin' wit' me you'll catch a steel toe boot and
Right to the jaw, my crew is straight raw
RBL, that's Ruthless By Law
That's my muthafuckin' posse, and n***as 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 9-deuce, I got it goin' on
'Cause hoes on my nutsack, my money stack is kinda fat
I didn't have to pull a jack to get where a n***a at
I laid down, stayed down, always kept a 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 don't have no money? Watch out for the jack
But the tables have turned, and your ass got burned
So punk muthafucka, there's a lesson to be learned
[Interlude: Mr. Cee]
Yeah, Chris, you know n***as can't dig a pig
So why don't you drop some more of that shit
About these punk police out here in Frisco
Know what I'm sayin'? Bust that shit
[Verse 2: Black C]
Verse two goes out to the police
Fuckin' wit' me, now your ass got beef
See, you started some static, you silly ass rabbit
Jackin' in my hood like a muthafuckin' bad habit
Diggin' through my pockets like muthafuckin' Dig-Dug
I guess I'm a n***a that you wanna get rid of
It seems that way in my muthafuckin' hood
All you punk police always up to no good
Comin' through sweatin' while we tryna get out gurp on
Fuckin' up our highs and we're sitting in a drug zone
But ya done did this the last time to me, see
Now I'm gonna gather up my muthafuckin' posse
Them crazy ass n***as, the crazy ass crew
Them crazy muthafuckas with the steel toe boots
I'm gettin' my matches, I'm grabbin' my gasoline
And blowing that police station to smithereens
'Cause I don't play, I'm strapped with my AK
Sendin' you blue suits straight to your grave
So police, you can burn baby burn
'Cause the tables have turned and you've got on my last nerves
Lessons and suggestions is what a n***a's stressin'
So watch out, chief, 'cause your boys got beat!
[Verse 3: Mr. Cee]
Check this muthafuckin' shit out (Get down, get down)
Dumpin' on the mic is the n***a Mr. Cee
Comin' outta Frisco, RBL is my Posse
Standin' on Harbor tryna sell all my crack sacks
Stress on my mind, from thinkin' “Will I get jacked?”
But if you scared, go to church
'Cause ain't no fear in my heart, I'm still yellin' “Work”
N***as tryna run wild, thinkin' they on hit
Gettin' too greedy get you gaffled in the mix
Gettin' popped by the cops not knowing where you're goin'
Wit' a sack in your nuts, hopin' and then sure to get
Thrown in a paddy wagon with all type of agents
Or some get killed in high-speed chases
Now you sittin' in court without 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, then you know I'm kickin' facts
Yeah, there's money to be earned
But take notes on what you see
'Cause there's a lesson to be learned
[Outro]
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
There's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Yeah bitch, there's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Frisco
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
There's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Hunters Point, here's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Swampy D, there's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Fillmore, there's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
The whole muthafuckin' Bay Area, there's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
There's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
There's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
There's a lesson to be learned
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew
San Francisco Police Department, there's a lesson to be learned
(Get your boots bent)
Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew (Ha, ha, ho)
