The Beatnuts - Yeah You Get Props Lyrics

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

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!

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 word up
This shit goes out to my niggas
Edison and Slam up North
3CF Mob in effect, kid

Yeah, to all my niggas
All my niggas upstate, youknowhatimsaying?
Counting months, my brother Devon
The whole crew, youknowhatimsaying?
Curry Clan, my nigga Sam Dean, you know what