M.o.p. - Street Certified lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] I'm P.K.A., the one and only Infamous soldier I k** 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, f** 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 n***as follow Every DJ with us, And I don't know my motto (BAA!) I talk more sh** of how it goes down Cause yo' buzz is done, how the f** 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 n***a leakin' on that club floor rap Beat a n***a Kool-Aid purple out this b**h n***a always tryna' show his a** around a b**h I'm good money everywhere you cowards counterfeit Don't let your a** write a check you can't cash in Body bags on deck you get wrapped in Them guns bustin' like sh** was goin' out of fashion That N.Y.C. gritty n***a with a chimp On my shoulder, first n***a say I'm hatin's gettin' hit I'm the truth, truth heard 'em Give a f**, I'm your burden Least of your problems, f** around need a surgeon Cause we here thirstin', if you there splurgin' Show over, mother f**er 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 sh** that never brought me down I'm Billy Danze, I move freely through any town I'm like a prophet, n***as see me and put it down (Full responsibility when n***as O.D.) O.G., In the trauma room is because of me Every n***a in possession of llama knows me The n***a 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