Certified

Upfront

Akon and Glasses

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Konvict Music

Akon and Glasses

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Niggas spit fairytale, 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 two to three hundred, 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, I don't call it a K

Either way, ambulances come and haul 'em away

It's Pluto vision bitch, I'm the soul of the crew

Hundred girls on my heels like the sole of my shoe

Got two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon 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

Now I 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 records, stop pushin' me ho

Face to face, turn bitch, you little pussies explode

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 two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon 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

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind

What's up lil mama, what's up?

What's up lil mama, what's up?

What's up lil mama, what's up?

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 properest shine

In a base model 5 but the Robinson line

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

Got two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon 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

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind

Akon and Glasses

Uh huh

Konvict Music