The Beatnuts - Yeah You Get Props lyrics

[Fashion] You know sho' nuff, Nuts got ba** in your face Take a taste, World Famous trio in the place In a race, co*k and blast for your sugar Bucking n***as off just like I was picking boogers I heat up, now I got the competition fired Said he better than the Kool then the n***a's f**ing lying Cause I'm a trip up, when I slip up, maybe rip him He with his man then I gotta f**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 n***a, 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 n***as 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, pa** me the M-I cro P-H-O-N-E, tracks we got plenty To spread, yep, I had to f** up Fred Cause he caught me f**ing Wilma donkey style on his bed f**ing red-handed, the Nuts have landed Busting nuts in b**hes guts and then leaving 'em stranded In an abandonded house, no blouse trying to escape Got the b**h on video tape You should have saw her trying to scratch the face on the villian Told the b**h to stay the f** out the woods but she chillin So with no ha**le let me catch you by my castle If you're a b**h I'll f** you, if you're a n***a I'll blast you Ask a question, 3 seconds to answer k** a photographer shooting as a freelancer On a mission trying to peek over my shoulder at the vinyl The wino, coming at your a** 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** goes out to my n***as Edison and Slam up North 3CF Mob in effect, kid [Fashion] Yeah, to all my n***as, all my n***as upstate, youknowhatimsaying? Count Munce, my brother Devon, the whole crew, youknowhatimsaying? Curry Clan, my n***a Sam Dean, you know what *Strange boinging noise*