Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad Props , by - Da Youngsta's. Song from the album No Mercy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.02.2008
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Mad Props |
| So I can freak it today, tomorrow see to the wind |
| I be sly as a fox to get props, forget cops and any other type of pit stops |
| And that’ll have to be the way the ball bounce |
| When I announce I’m a kilo and you’re an ounce |
| You can’t step to this because I’m certified |
| You better hide or it’ll be a homicide |
| It’s Da Youngstas jacking ya better recognize to the fact |
| That we can rip up any track |
| Other crews talk but they don’t want none |
| They know they get done |
| So now they on the run |
| Ease up Oc |
| I got the Glock, cock |
| Listen to me rock |
| Cause down is how it’s lock |
| Cause we can go on and on till the clock stops |
| And be out for mad props |
| Mad props is what I be out for |
| Mad props as soon as I hit the door |
| «How ya like me now? |
| I’m getting busier» |
| Peep the technique, I’m no joke loc |
| I’m so dope, you just awoke, I blow you out like smoke, nigga |
| How could you figure that I’m a wack MC? |
| But I’ma tell you right now that I’m the best MC |
| On the mic when I strike at 12:00 a vampire |
| Rap retire, I’m setting crews on fire |
| So listen up to the rhymes I drop |
| As I kick mad flavor from my verbal Glock |
| Shock the ground like volt of lightening |
| It’s frightening, the type of rhymes I be writing |
| Exciting, when I pick up the mic and start reciting |
| You take a hike like a Viking |
| Taj Mahal |
| Won’t stall of fall |
| Ready to brawl |
| I’m solid like a brick wall |
| So listen up to the words I say cause I spray |
| (What?) |
| Rhymes like an AK |
| I’m creeping while your sorry butt’s sleeping |
| Don’t sweat the technique, I’m grim reaping |
| 1−2, I’m coming for you, it’s the Q |
| To the 3−4, ayo kids lock your door |
| So many brothers wanna act hard and dress mean |
| To me yo, you ain’t nothing but a drag queen, fiend |
| Leaning with your little hard dream |
| Well you can’t rep because I’m rolling with my Philly team |
| You wanna rumble? |
| Well you can get crumble |
| I didn’t mumble |
| What’s wrong, now you’re humble |
| Mad props is what I be out for |
| You won’t score whenever Q-Ball gets raw |
| I be seeing suckers disappear in thin air |
| Hiding there, duck here, jump there, one here, jump over there |
| But I don’t wanna 'em to leave I want 'em to see what’s happening |
| When I finish rapping similar to capping |