Who Got Da Props?

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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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