No Props - #4

One Yeh mi gi yuh high props Yeh mi gi yuh high props (Uuoo, uuoo yeh) Armz House Records Yeh yeh yeh yeh Yeh yeh yeh Bubble up yuh waistline baby Gyal yuh jus ah drive man crazy suh ah yeh And me seh one piece ah hotness Come me weh tek yuh pon a ride like di rodeo And mek yuh bubble to di baseline baby Di Hennesy ah it ah tel yuh weh fi do ah yeh And she ah move like a goddess Mi weh tek yuh pon ah ride Cole, real hot gyal mi gi yuh high props And mi fi ah fuck yuh till yuh climax yeh Baddie every season Neva drop a ketch an ah dat ah one ah di reason Have di quality and she nuh ordinary Nuh all when she prettier dan Halle Berry My type ah girl light up di world Any week she wah she ago get all type ah perl Back it up again mi love it when yuh tun that way Yuh sure ah no from back then And no mi nah go juge if yuh gi me di sitn pon di fus day Between me and har dat stay Hottie hottie hunny like a work a hot Body look so good wah tek yuh and show off Ah you mi ah pree, dis a weh me want Tek time nuh Bubble up yuh waistline baby Gyal yuh jus ah drive man crazy suh ah yeh Some odda gyal need fi practice Come me weh tek yuh pon a ride like di rodeo And mek yuh bubble to di baseline baby Di hennesy ah it ah tel yuh weh fi do ah yeh And she ah move like a goddess Mi weh tek yuh pon ah ride Wine and you a drive man crazy pull ova Neat likkle body deh mi wah get a hold ah Nuh talk fi me when mi seh head an' shoulda Skin clean and yuh shape like eh coca cola Seh yuh heart cold guess wah my heart colda Inna yuh walls and a deal wid eh like a doza And yuh gring eh heat mek eh feel like summa Nuh have cleats but a you ah lead front runna Suh ben yuh back cock it up, jack it up, position, wine Anytime yuh ready fi we have a good time Tell mi wah it ago tek mi nuh see nobody yet Weh cudda mek mi change mi mind Hottie hottie hunny like a work a hot Body look so good wah tek yuh and show off Ah you mi ah pree, dis a weh me want Tek time nuh Bubble up yuh waistline baby Gyal yuh jus ah drive man crazy suh ah yeh And me seh one piece ah hotness Come me weh tek yuh pon a ride like di rodeo And mek yuh bubble to di baseline baby Di Hennesy ah it ah tel yuh weh fi do ah yeh And she ah move like a goddess Mi weh tek yuh pon ah ride (Cole) Yeh mi gi yuh high props Yeh mi gi yuh high props Bubble up yuh waistline baby Yeh yeh yeh yeh Yeh yeh yeh

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 Yeah, you get props You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear Yeah, you get props You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear Yeah, you get props 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 you 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, you get props You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear Yeah, you get props You know what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear Yeah, you get props 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, you know what I'm saying? Count Munce, my brother Devon, the whole crew, you know what I'm saying? Curry Clan, my nigga Sam Dean, you know what)

Put up, what up, bo bo bo Suckers want to flow But they got no show So I'm a grab the mic Flip a script and leave you stunned Buckshot's the one That gets the job done Mic check, I get Paid to wreck your set Get ready to jet Cause I'm a threat to your fret No holds barred And complete move fakers Best to be the backup Watch your girl, I might take her If she's a crab I'm a diss her and 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 Killing your set every day Microphone check One, two, here we go And I'm a let you know Who got the flow Spitting my verbs like An automatic weapon Suckers keep stepping Cause I'm a let you know [CHORUS] Who got the props Who got the props 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot [Repeat CHORUS 3x] One Mississippi, two Mississippi Sucker tried to diss me Ao I played him like A hippie from the 60's But I'm a get paid from the 90's Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie Kicking flavor With my Life Saver techniques Guaranteed to move feets And I go on for weeks Maybe years if my peers Give me ears to fill Lick off a shot and Act ill, parlay and chill See I paid my dues Now you can't tell me nothing This is dedicated to the Ones who kept fronting The ones who tried to Diss and play high, oh, no Just cause you had low See now I got dough And I'm paid out my rectum Meaning my backbone Grab the mic, flip a Mad script to your dome Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do Yes and low, from head To toe to let you know [Repeat CHORUS 4x] I'm the rugged operator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Buckshot quick to play Your nigga like Sega Smooth trigger-happy snappy Keep my hair nappy When I swinging Ep girls call me big pappy I used to play a game Called ring around the rosey But now I play the mic That's why the whole world knows me I'm sort of like a Chevy Heavy when I bumrush You'd better bring Your whole damn crew or Get your head crushed, sucker Cause I'm a set it off with one shot One trigger, one nigga Enough heads drop Don't even try to Play me out cause static Buckshot Shorty He sounds like an automatic Rip the set, my friend's mad tight Cause I rocks the mic And keeps the crowd hype Straight from bumrush I crush and cause chaos, yo And I'm a let you know [Repeat CHORUS] One, two, melody shows And before I flip a script You know I must keep you dozing Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty Son pass the boom, keep the 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 Elude the hook and Your whole beat's tooken Must take charge Bomb guard, I'm the man Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose When I break on fools Wake up, you don't snooze Bust a move I get smooth like Roadie Kick it like the Four Horsemen Yeah, you know me Booming 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 fro And I'm a let you know [Repeat CHORUS 4x]

Wanna get out No no no no Wanna move in No no no no I gotta dance No no no no Wanna begin No no no no Wanna get down No no no no Wanna ease in No no no no Make me feel high No no no no I gotta spin No no no no Don't let me down No no no no Get in the mood No no no no Fly to the sky No no no no I gotta groove No no no no Let's try again No no no no You're getting near No no no no Don't ever stop No no no no Get in to gear No no no no Wanna go far No no no no Wanna go fast No no no no Turn in me on No no no no Want it to last No no no no Wanna get out No no no no Wanna move in No no no no I gotta dance No no no no Wanna begin No no no no Wanna get down No no no no Wanna ease in No no no no Make me feel high No no no no I gotta spin No no no no Let's try again No no no no You're getting near No no no no Don't ever stop No no no no Get in to gear No no no no Keep dancing Keep dancing Keep dancing Keep dancing Keep dancing Keep dancing Wanna get out No no no no Wanna move in No no no no I gotta dance No no no no Wanna begin No no no no Wanna get down No no no no Wanna ease in No no no no I gotta dance No no no no Wanna begin No no no no Don't let me down No no no no Get in the mood No no no no Fly to the sky No no no no I gotta groove No no no no