Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad Props, artist - Da Youngsta's. Album song No Mercy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |