Yeah You Get Props

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 f**king lying
Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him
He with his man then I gotta f**king 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 f**k up Fred
Cause he caught me f**king Wilma donkey style on his bed
f**king red-handed, the Nuts have landed
Busting nuts in b**ches guts and then leaving 'em stranded
In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape
Got the b**ch on video tape
You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian
Told the b**ch to stay the f**k out the woods but she chillin
So with no hassle let me catch you by my castle
If you're a b**ch I'll f**k 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 sh*t 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*