Who Got Da Props?

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