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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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