| Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
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| Suckers want to flow but they got no show
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| So I’m a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
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| Buckshot’s the one that gets the job done
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| Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set
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| Get ready and jet, cause I’m a threat to your fret
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| No holds barred, and complete move fakers
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| Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
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| If she’s a crab I’m a diss her and slide
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| If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side
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| Word to God, here I come so make way
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| Rugged and rough, killing your set every day
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| Microphone check 1, 2, here we go And I’m a let you know, who got the flow
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| Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon
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| Suckers keep stepping, so I’m a let you know
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! |
| *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
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| One Mississippi, two mississippi
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| Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's
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| But I’m a get paid from the 90's
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| Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie
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| Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques
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| Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks
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| Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill
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| Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill
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| See I paid my dues, now you can’t tell me nothing
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| This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting
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| The ones who tried to diss and play high? |
| Oh no Just cause you had low, see now I got dough
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| And I’m paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone
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| Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome
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| Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! |
| *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
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| I’m the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger
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| Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega
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| Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy
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| When I swing an ep girls call me big pappy
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| I used to play a game called Ring Around the Rosey
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| But now I play the mic, that’s why the whole world knows me
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| I’m sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush
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| You’d better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker
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| Cause I’m a set it off with one shot
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| One trigger, one nigga ??? |
| heads drop
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| Don’t even try to play me out cause static
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| Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic
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| Rip the set, my friend’s mad tight
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| Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype
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| Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I’m a let you know
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! |
| *bo!* (Repeat 4x)
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| One, two, melody shows
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| And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing
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| Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty
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| Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40
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| Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT
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| Bust a mad cap in your back cause I’m all that
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| Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
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| Elude the hook and, your whole beat’s tookin'
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| Must take charge, bomb guard, I’m the man
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| Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam
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| Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose
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| When I break on fools, wake up, you don’t snooze
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| Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie
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| Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers
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| Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper
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| keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro
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| And I’m a let you know…
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| Who got the props? |
| *bo!*
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| 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! |
| *bo!* (Repeat) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Got Da Props , by - Black Moon. Song from the album Enta Da Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп