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Who Got Da Props lyrics
Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
Suckers want to flow but they got no show
So I m a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
Buckshot s the one that gets the job done
Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set
Get ready and jet, cause I m a threat to your fret
No holds barred, and complete move fakers
Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
If she s a crab I m a diss her and slide
If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side
Word to God, here I come so make way
Rugged and rough, killing your set every day
Microphone check 1, 2, here we go
And I m a let you know, who got the flow
Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon
Suckers keep stepping, so I m a let you know
Who got the props? *bo!*
Who got the props? *bo!*
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
One Mississippi, two mississippi
Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60 s
But I m a get paid from the 90 s
Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie
Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques
Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks
Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill
See I paid my dues, now you can t tell me nothing
This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting
The ones who tried to diss and play high? Oh no
Just cause you had low, see now I got dough
And I m paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone
Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome
Suckers, I kick em like tae kwon do
Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know
Who got the props? *bo!*
Who got the props? *bo!*
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
I m the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega
Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy
When I swing an ep girls call me "big pappy"
I used to play a game called "Ring Around the Rosey"
But now I play the mic, that s why the whole world knows me
I m sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush
You d better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker
Cause I m a set it off with one shot
One trigger, one nigga ??? heads drop
Don t even try to play me out cause static
Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic
Rip the set, my friend s mad tight
Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype
Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I m a let you know
Who got the props? *bo!*
Who got the props? *bo!*
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
One, two, melody shows
And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing
Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty
Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40
Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT
Bust a mad cap in your back cause I m all that
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Elude the hook and, your whole beat s tookin
Must take charge, bomb guard, I m the man
Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam
Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose
When I break on fools, wake up, you don t snooze
Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie
Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me
Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers
Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper
keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro
And I m a let you know...
Who got the props? *bo!*
Who got the props? *bo!*
5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)
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