Certified

Niggas spit fairy tales, G issue the facts

Not Jeezy, but I sold my fair issue of crack

Not Weezy, but Malone got that hustler's music

And them hustlers use it, serve customers to it

Went from 2 to 300, got the Mexicans down

Hundred Crip, hundred Blood, hundred Mexicans now

Hundred round in the clip, man who wanna get done

With the new West Pres on these A-Town drums

With the new West Pres, daddy callin' the plays

And we sackin' wack rappers, niggas call it a day

Down South call 'em choppers, home call it a K

Either way, ambulances come and haul 'em away

It's Bleu Division bitch, I'm the soul of the crew

Hundred girls on my heels like the sole of my shoe

Got Toomp in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Con break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefin'

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefin'

Matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin'

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified

And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your mind

Got the Bloods on my team, who gon' fuck with cuz?

I'm heavy in the streets, nigga fuck the club

I make G's bounce and wanna buck the snub

Takin' down everything, you spendin' bucks to plug

I was just a little pissed I didn't sign with Jay

Mill plus, couple months, feelin' fine today

Mill plus, couple blunts, they say he runnin' the hood

And I'm laughin' at you rap niggas runnin' from Suge

Talk greasy on your record, stop pushin' me ho

Face to face, turn bitch, you little pussies exposed

You a mark, I'm a G, so when you pop your checks

You can buy any car, but not the streets' respect

One of few gangsta rappers that the streets respect

And plaques and nothin' less is what the streets expect

Got Toomp in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Con break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefin'

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefin'

Matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin'

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified

And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your mind

Wassup little mama, wassup

Wassup little mama, wassup

Wassup little mama, wassup

You won't find another nigga spittin' easier shit

I'm hot on the West, hot in the South

Fuck bars, nigga hot for puttin' Glocks in your mouth

Fuck bars, it's the flow, so easy and smooth

Charismatic on the mic, like Eazy and Cube

No attitude though, fuck stoppin' the grind

No whitey in my mix, homie robbin' me blind

Go hyphy in this bitch, only problem is time

Cause my Bentley watch broke, but got the proper Reshawn

In the base model 5, but the Brabus in line

Once I made back ends, it's the Maybach Benz

Got Toomp in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Con break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefin'

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefin'

Matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin'

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified