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My shit fire, that is why you log on it like Duraflame
But as far as boulevards, I'm talkin' 'bout Farmers like insurance claims (pfft)
I just blew

The Certificate

Hilltop Hoods

Calling

2004

walking if you're talking the grape vine
I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand.
Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man
From

liar

I gotta give a little credit
You got a knack for being full of shit
You're the man of myths, a legend

Baby you should be certified
Or get a medal

can't even get me to ride some shit without insurance
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah

For the winners, man
Ha, ha

Ha, ha
Yeah
It's a dun-da-dun
Yeah

Know

wilin'
Professional shooter
Don't miss like James Bond
You're lonely and broke you cry to your momma
Black Air Force 1s in the night
Yeah, ahh, ahh musa

nights 
Piff blunts and long cyphs 
Wit the killers that carry them long pipes
In the field man the iron is insurance like all Stan 
Get millions been

on
your merry way that very day like nothing is wrong
and there is no way in hell you could have fixed it by yourself
you have health insurance so you're

hittas that was sniping shit
In the rental with a quarter milli
Started stacking hard
Man it took a while
I was blowing paper like some raw
When it hit my

pop my shit bang
I hit you with this 16 you get slayed
The professional
I clean up the mess that the clean
Up man left I'm telling you
May God help you,

you hear what I said
Most of these boi out here brain dead
Play with me boi bet you wish you never did
Go against the man thats certified kid
LP young g

monthly subscription to Pam
Black man's achilles are them white forces
I knew the white would whoop his ass
Ain't expect Chuck Norris
Iron everywhere, he go

at the barbecue, hand in the stash, put your cash on the table, we got fables to tell
block certified, here the knock for your hide, tidal wave sweep, we gone keep

that's hating
I don't feel that there
What about niggas that's pressing
I kill that there i'm a certified G
Like a freak on with one TV
I keep a click

Like they want that smoke
But them mats don't lie
Man that ain't no joke

Matter fact
Let me clear my throat
I still got a little tickle
From them last

took my life, now I ride by it
Cup runneth over, grace and mercy pouring
Good news, Christ saves, salvation like some good insurance 
Geico or Gecko, man

don't turn them lights off, I need to see what I'm fucking and shit
Fuck all the opps they be ducking and shit
Man I don't do math but I'm doubling quick

Oops I mean pro-fessional
She on my testicles
I just might sit her down
And tip her
She's a certified top notch stripper
I just fell in love for one

your rhyme and said stop digging in the trash
I got this shit from my man Joey Flash
When I grit my teeth and say she got a fat ass
I've met whole lotta

I Reps

The Prodigy

Conversations With Queen

2001

brains
I could duff you out wit guns and bang
I'ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man
This ain't no '87 rap battle
This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga

to remind you Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis

[Bis]
What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a crazy business
You a lying ass bitch

insurance
Using bot streams, Grammys, & magazines for deterrence
To the independent movement, now these labels are scared
A bunch of fucking pussies, tell me

therapist

I miss my I miss my
I miss my therapist X a bunch

You were my first
Took my oscar insurance
We clicked soon as we met
But you had to refer me
I

professional at secret keepin
Secret trust, secret lust for a secret man
Then the secrets turned into ahh skeet, skeet, damn

You say you love me, you don't act

Hawking
Stardom is when all the narcs come
In gambling spots with Big L that's bardom
So why he only certified
Gold when post-mortem?

Rap is not pop, if