Certified Street Platinum lyrics

[Verse 1: AllStar Lee]
Me and Tee in the [?] with the red trim
b*tch, we used to traffic outa red M
He want smoke, [?] break his head in
If the rap don't pop, b*tch, we going [?]

[Verse 2: Tee Grizley]
n*ggas talking crazy, that sh*t crazy, 'cause we [?]
[?] we gon' escolate it, [?] sh*t
[?] bloody, he might pull up in a red Benz
80,000 on me, I can try, but I can't spread this

[Verse 3: AllStar Lee]
Stomp a n*gga in Dior, that's a thousand dollar [?]
Quarter million dollar [?] that's my brother sh*t
The Glock two faced, f*ck around and hit a switch
Took the dawgy out the stove with an oven mit

[Verse 4: Tee Grizley]
Hold up, free my brother, b*tch
Brodie locked up, n*ggas still can't f*ck my brother b*tch
You'll never hear about how my lil brother snitched
Like how I heard your rother snitched
You and your brother b*tch
Facts, eh
When I seen her twerk, I saw the freak in her
Had to climb [?] latter, get [?] got so deep in her
Layed up in the crib [?] bag moving, I ain't even see [?]
[Verse 5: AllStar Lee]
Bag gone so fast, I ain't even see it [?]
I don't f*ck with nerds, b*tch, I run with all dope runners
Come and [?] you know we got them [?] numbers
b*tches see these VV's dance, and gon' wanna blow on us
Bussing through this b*tch [?] tried to lock the door on us
Hundred thousand dollar chain, [?] at the liquor store
Hought your b*tch was fast [?] hit her off a [?]
[?] coast to coast, [?] buffalo
Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg, leave your hood up in smoke

[Verse 6: Tee Grizley]
Eh
Dimes on the floor [?] b*tches [?]
[?] 'cause they kill faster
[?] they mans just get smoked?
n*gga still acting
b*tch, we street platnom, and got songs that went real platnom
I'm in the studio rapping to get a better life
Still be at the murder [?] with the extra ice
Three story crib, don't come over if you scared of hights
b*tch, I might not tell you once, you know I ain't gon' tell you twice

[Verse 7: AllStar Lee]
[?] freaky b*tches wanna share us, right?
Shooters tapping me on [?] see them n*ggas staring, right?
You think he a tough guy? You know them n*ggas scary, right?
Rappids in the passinger, you know it's a Macclarin, right?
These n*ggas [?] swaring they ball
[?] ain't even worth the [?] out of my [?]
50 [?] in my [?], can't keep b*tches up off me
Get you killed in the morning, while you sipping your coffee
n*gga
[Verse 8: Tee Grizley & AllStar Lee]
You see these chains on our neck, they cost a lotta bands
[?] unless the chopper [?]
Brand new Rolie, I had to blow the brains out
Run up on us, and we gon' blow your brains out
b*tch