"Certified" lyrics

[David Banner:]
Yeah
David Banner-

Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back

I'ma come through with 'bout 25 hoes
We gon' be throwin' 'bout 25 bows
Y'all ain''t really ready for a certified mack (Mack)
Motherfuckers know I roll a certified 'Lac
Bitch I'm a star, and a certified pimp
Sweet in my mouth filled with certified hemp
Duckin' bullets and these bitches like a young Sean Kemp (Yeah)
Walkin' over hoes with a certified limp (Yeah)
Banner bitch, Banner bitch, y'all know me
Mississippi hoe, I'm a real OG
Hit Tennessee, get the rounds and the keys
Need to shop [?] you nigga, but the brick is on me
I ain't saving these hoes, you be preaching to Ma$e
Tryin' to dump about 4 or 5 slugs in your face
I ain't ever had shit, I give a fuck 'bout a case
Dump your body in the river, I ain't leaving a trace, ya punk bitch (Yeah)

Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back

Twist your fingers up and nigga, rep where you're from
I hit you with [?] nigga, run and get your gun
Or run and get your dad, and run your ass back
[?] ass [?]
Have a nigga bleedin' and shit
If we catch somebody dippin' then we beatin' a bitch
I be uppin' the clip just for you bumpin' yo lips
I'm tryna aim for your stomach bitch and blow off your hips
That's what a pussy nigga get when he come to the south
Bitch it's hard to talk with this gun in your mouth
Put your chest in your lap, bullet holes in your 'Lac
Fuck around with yo feelings, show you bitches how to act
Put your brains on the dashboard, what you think this cash for?
Give it to you raw, that's what you pussy niggas asked for
You ain't ever hustled hard, nigga you was frontin' shit
Killers don't talk man they running up and bucking bitch

Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back

[Marcus:]
Marc coming down on these hoes all black
Looking like a crook, but I'm feeling like a mack
Trill to the bone, with the tone in my lap
Boy talkin' outta turn, bet the bitch get smacked
If they don't know how to act, motherfucker don't play
How respect my pimpin' everything that I say
Holla "East Memphis" bitch, reppin' till my dyin' day
Fuck the [?] ass nigga mane, tryna get payed
AK or a Mac in the back of the trunk (Uh)
Old box chevy buck his head [?] 'bout to dump
On the bar hoppin' loud with the anno on his chest
Shells hit the ground, leave that boy soaking wet

[David Banner:]
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
Throw your sets up, nigga rep to the death (Yeah)
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain''t really thuggin, motherfucker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherfucker get back