Certified lyrics

[Chorus: David Banner]
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back

[Verse 1: David Banner]
Imma come through with bout 25 hoes
[?] bout 25 [?]
Y'all ain't really ready for a certified man
Motherf*ckers know I [?] certified [?]
b*tch I'm a star, and a certified pimp
[?] in my mouth [?]
[?]
[?] over hoes [?]
Banner b*tch, Banner b*tch, y'all know me
Mississippi b*tch, I'm a real OG
Hit [?] and the keys
[?] is on me
I ain't saving these hoes, you be preaching to Ma$e
[?] 4 or 5 slugs in your face
I ain't ever had sh*t [?]
Dump your body in the river, I ain't leaving a trase
[Chorus: David Banner]
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back

[Verse 2: David Banner]
[?] where you're from
I hit you with [?]
Run and get your dad, and run your ass back
[?]
Have a n*gga [?]
[?] b*tch
[?]
Tryna [?] blow off your hip
[?] come to the south
Bet it's hard to talk with this gun in your mouth
[?]
[?] show you b*tches how to act
Put your brains on the dashboard, what you think this [?] for?
Give it to you raw, that's what you pus*y n*ggas asked for
You ain't ever hustled hard, [?]
Killers don't talk when they running in and bucking sh*t
[Chorus: David Banner]
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back

[Verse 3: Marcus]
Marc coming down on these hoes all day
Looking like a crook, but feeling like a [?]
Trill to the bone, with the [?] in my lap
[?] bet the b*tch get smacked
Don't know how to act, motherf*cker don't play
[?] do everything that I say
[?]
f*ck [?] ass n*gga, tryna get payed
[?] back of the trunk
[?] bout to dump
[?] on his chest
Shells hit the ground, leave that boy soking wet

[Chorus: David Banner]
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
Throw your sets up, n*gga rep to the death
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back
You ain't really thuggin, motherf*cker get back