Street Certified - M.O.P., Mobb Deep

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