Yeah You Get Props Lyrics

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, cock 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 fucking lying

 Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him

 He with his man then I gotta fucking 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 fuck up Fred

 Cause he caught me fucking Wilma donkey style on his bed

 Fucking red-handed, the Nuts have landed

 Busting nuts in bitches guts and then leaving 'em stranded

 In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape

 Got the bitch on video tape

 You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian

 Told the bitch to stay the fuck out the woods but she chillin

 So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle

 If you're a bitch I'll fuck 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*