Who Got Da Props lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics 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) song lyrics