Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!
Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!
What up? What up? Bo! Bo! Bo!
Suckers wanna flow but they got no show
So I'ma grab the mic, flip a script, believe it's done
Buckshot's the one that gets the job done
Mic check, I get paid to wreck the set
Get ready to jet 'cause I'm a threat to your threat
No holds barred, incomplete rule breakers
Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
If she's a crab, I'ma diss her then 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, killin' your set every day
Microphone check, one, two, here we go
And I'ma let you know who got the flow
Spittin' my words like an automatic weapon
Suckers keep steppin' 'cause I'ma let you know
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
One Mississippi, two Mississippi
Sucker tried to diss me, so I played him like a hippie
From the '60s, but I'ma get paid from the '90s
Quick to play your little rascals out like Stymie
Kickin' flavor with my life-saver techniques
Guaranteed to move freaks, and I'll go on for weeks
Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay then chill
See, I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothin'
This is dedicated to the ones who kept frontin'
The ones who tried to diss and pose high, oh no
Just 'cause you had low, see, now I got dough
And I'm paid off my rectum, meaning my backbone
Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome
Suckers, I kick 'em like Taekwondo
Yes and low from head to toe to let you know
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
Who got the props?
Who got the props?
Prop MC, Evil Dee and Buckshot
One, two, melody's chosen
Before I flip a script, you know I must keep you dozin'
Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty
Son, pass the boom, keep a 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
E loop the hook in, your whole beat's cookin'
Must take charge, Bogart, I'm the man
Bust my plan and feedback from a fan
Must I cruise? Paid dues, I never lose
When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze
Bust a move, I get smooth like Rody
Kick it like the four horsemen, yeah, you know me
Boomin' 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 flow
And I'ma let you know