Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Certified, artist - M.O.P.. Album song Street Certified, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Street Certified |
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 with homegirl 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’ll 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 nothing done |
They just fans, got my whole collection |
I’ll make your chick’s head bop, she recognize real |
Where she hearing it, high heels |
I air your block out, feed a clip full to your homies |
Animal habitat, pit bulls and parolees |
Peel off on gixxers with my codies |
Push it to the limit, red line, fuck the police |
You know me, been O to the G |
Since you was to them jeans with the holes in the knee |
Play blood sport, catch a bad one from your idol |
Commentated by Gus Johnson and you go viral |
Lead by example, y’all niggas follow |
Every DJ with us, Serato know my motto |
I talk more shit than Howard Cosell |
'Cause your buzz is done, how the fuck you gon' sell? |
M.O.P.'s the Mobb, we deep, on the job, we creep |
I’m talking twenty-four-seven 'cause they starve the streets |
This is ghetto gospel, right hand to Jesus |
I’m the Apostle, Brownsville hostile |
We still do it like we 'sposed to, street certified |
Most of y’all switched up, but we prefer to ride |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
We still do it like we 'sposed to, street certified |
Most of y’all switched up but we prefer to ride |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
It can never be over, we don’t bury the hatch |
Acting like you didn’t, you know it’s better than that |
M.O.P. |
and M.O.B., now what’s better than that? |
This that, «Leave a nigga leaking on that club floor» rap |
Beat a nigga Kool-Aid purple out this bitch |
Nigga always trying to 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 busting like shit was going out of fashion |
That N.Y.C. |
gritty nigga with a chip |
On my shoulder, first nigga say I’m hating, getting 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 thirsting, if you there splurging |
Show over motherfucker, pull the curtain |
Look how they try to 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 underhanded 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 a llama know me |
The nigga sitting 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, I’ma go see |
I’m positioned between an icon and an O. G |
We still do it like we 'sposed to, street certified |
Most of y’all switched up, but we prefer to ride |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
We still do it like we 'sposed to, street certified |
Most of y’all switched up but we prefer to ride |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |
(It's the real) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Buck) Bucka (Bucka) Blaow |