(I'm tired of this muthafuckin' shit) (I'm tired of this muthafuckin' shit) Hip-hop on a muthafuckin' jock It's the Black C, nigga, 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 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 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 nigga 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 Yeah, 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 Know what I'm sayin'? Bust that shit 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 nigga 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 niggas, 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 nigga's stressin' So watch out, chief, 'cause your boys got beat! Check this muthafuckin' shit out (Get down, get down) Dumpin' on the mic is the nigga 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” Niggas 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 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 Bitch, I thought you knew; bitch, I really thought you knew (Ha, ha, ho)