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Street Certified Lyrics - Artist : M.O.P.
[Verse 1 - Prodigy:]
I'm P.K.A., the one and only Infamous soldier I kill for Mobb Deep I Rose through the ranks from the bottom Now I got mad decorations, and medals of honor War scars, I goes hard Like I'm fresh out the joint My home girl, in the hotel You can't out rap me, I'm out your league And you don't want no trouble, I cremate beef At point blank range your brains will catch fire My brain on another level think outside of The little hip-hop box, I'm like a robot I don't tire, I'm wired, I could do this forever Like who, want, what? They don't want nothin' done They just fans, Got my whole collection I make your chick head bop, She recognize real Wish she hearing it, in High heels [Verse 2 - Lil' Fame:] I aim your block out Feed a clip full to your homies Animal habitat, pit bulls and parolees Peel off on Jake Huds with my codies Push it to the limit Red line, fuck the police You know me, been O to the G Since you was in them jeans With the holes in the knee Play blood sport, catch a bad one from your idol Come and take my gun's charge and you go viral Leave by example, Y'all niggas follow Every DJ with us, And I don't know my motto (BAA!) I talk more shit of how it goes down Cause yo' buzz is done, how the fuck you gon' sell? M.O.P.'s the Mobb, We deep, on the job, we creep I'm talkin' 24/7 cause they starve the streets This is ghetto gospel, right hand to Jesus I'm the Apostle, Brownsville hostile [Hook x2:] We still do it like we supposed to Street certified Most of y'all switched up But we preferred to ride It's the real (BUKKA BUKKA BLAOW) [Verse 3 - Havoc:] It can never be over, we don't bury the hatch Actin' like you didn't, you know it's better than that M.O.P. and M.O.B now whats better than that? This that leave a nigga leakin' on that club floor rap Beat a nigga Kool-Aid purple out this bitch Nigga always tryna' show his ass around a bitch I'm good money everywhere you cowards counterfeit Don't let your ass write a check you can't cash in Body bags on deck you get wrapped in Them guns bustin' like shit was goin' out of fashion That N.Y.C. gritty nigga with a chimp On my shoulder, first nigga say I'm hatin's gettin' hit I'm the truth, truth heard 'em Give a fuck, I'm your burden Least of your problems, fuck around need a surgeon Cause we here thirstin', if you there splurgin' Show over, mother fucker pull the curtain [Verse 4 - Billy Danze:] Look how they play me on this playground, try to force me to leave They tried to X me out, good thing I held it down I was taught to believe it's best to exchange rounds And to remain down until my remains is found I face criticism because of a dangerous sound A lot of under-handed shit that never brought me down I'm Billy Danze, I move freely through any town I'm like a prophet, niggas see me and put it down (Full responsibility when niggas O.D.) O.G., In the trauma room is because of me Every nigga in possession of llama knows me The nigga sittin' next to Obama know me I'm in the street like street lights, never low key M.O.P., M.O.B.B. is all the hood need I don't get it through the pipe lines, Imma go see I'm positioned between an icon and an O.G [Hook x2] |
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