Street Certified M.O.P. (Ft. Mobb Deep)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
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

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
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