Issue No 130 Street Certified Lyrics

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
Came of on Jake Huds 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