Beatnuts - Yeah You Get Props Lyrics
[Fashion] You know sho' nuff, Nuts got bass in your face Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place In a race, ***** and blast for your sugar Bucking niggas off just like I was picking boogers I heat up, now I got the competition fired Said he better than the Kool then the nigga's *****ing lying Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him He with his man then I gotta *****ing dip him Pa-pow, give him one right to the kisser Used to peep a shorty and I think her name's Clarissa I miss her, plus the way she freak when I'm sleeping But I'm out to get the loot so I gotta keepin keepin Keeping on, til the props come rolling In, a billion women, I be like holding Folding up my glocks cause the Fashion's def I bring my homeboy in, I just kicked my last breath [JuJu] Yeah nigga, get live, it don't matter I got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter With the ill-type flow, a wild renegade Blowing niggas up for dough and just getting paid Yo my style eats through, it's like cancer Eliminating your whole crew and your dancer Never front, I do work, believe that Now I wonder why you and your crew couldn't see that You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!) (Repeat 4x) [Psycho Les] Uh, pass me the M-I cro P-H-O-N-E, tracks we got plenty To spread, yep, I had to ***** up Fred Cause he caught me *****ing Wilma donkey style on his bed *****ing red-handed, the Nuts have landed Busting nuts in *****es guts and then leaving 'em stranded In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape Got the ***** on video tape You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian Told the ***** to stay the ***** out the woods but she chillin So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle If you're a ***** I'll ***** you, if you're a nigga I'll blast you Ask a question, 3 seconds to answer Kill a photographer shooting as a freelancer On a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl The wino, coming at your ass like a rhino Punk you know what I know, who deserves props See you couldn't figure B out with an autopsy Huh, it's like that, we could never be the wack Black it's like this, step up and get dissed You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear! (Yeah you get props!) (Repeat 4x) [JuJu] Yeah word up, this shit goes out to my niggas Edison and Slam up North 3CF Mob in effect, kid [Fashion] Yeah, to all my niggas, all my niggas upstate, youknowhatimsaying? Count Munce, my brother Devon, the whole crew, youknowhatimsaying? Curry Clan, my nigga Sam Dean, you know what *Strange boinging noise*
