M.o.p. - Street Certified lyrics

rate me

Feat. Mobb Deep

[Hook]

I'm P.K.A., the one and only

Infamous soldier,

I kill for Mobb Deep

Rolls 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 outrap me

And you don't want no trouble

I cremate beaf

At point blank range your

Brain catch fire

My brain on another leve

Think outsider

The new 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'

And they done,

They just fans,

Got my whole collection

I make your chick block

She reckon I was real

Wish she hearing it

(???)

I feed the block

Clip full, feed ya homies

Animal habitat, paint ball

And parolies

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

Misused with 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 (???)

Y'all niggas follow

Every DJ with us

And I don't know my motto

I talk more shit of how

It goes down

Yo, guns and deals,

How the fuck you go to jail?

M.O.P.'s the Mobb,

We deep, on the job, we creep

I'm talkin' 24/7 cause they stall the streets

This is ghetto gospel, right here, the Jesus

I'm the Apostle, twelve ill hostile

We still do it like we supposed to

Street certified

Most of y'all switched up

But we preferred to ride

Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics