Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
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 you stunned
Buckshot's the one
That gets the job done
Mic check I get
Paid to wreck your set
Get ready to jet
'Cause I'm a threat to your fret
No holds barred
And complete move fakers
Best to be the backup
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
One two here we go
And I'm a let you know
Who got the flow
Spitting my verbs like
An automatic weapon
Suckers keep stepping
'Cause I'm a let you know
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
One Mississippi two Mississippi
Sucker tried to diss me
Ao 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
Meaning 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
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props
Who got the props
5ft Evil Dee and Buckshot
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 tooken
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 hundred 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 (MW Smooth Mix) - Black Moon
