Props Over Here

[Intro] Sho nuff with the funky bass in your face New York City have mercy, have mercy one time Introducing the crew... [Verse 1: Fashion] Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down Plus I'm tired of seeing your fucking phony face around Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me It make me react and be at my fucking jammy Now I don't cock, though my mind's in the sewer I just kick back with six-packs and then I do her But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat And cause them toes got sucked on she don't know how to act Back in the days, I.S. 237 Used to run with Kevin, bagging hoes was like heaven Eleven years later I try to hide And hope they pass me by like I'm the the Pharcyde Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent Fuck around with Fash and get your whole shit bent Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped Going round the globe to collect our props [Hook] When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Come on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) [Verse 2: Psycho Les] I get stoned every day I got nothing else to do I'm getting drunk with my niggas til the night is through And when the night is through I won't have a fucking clue Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain (true) Yo life's kind of funny If you don't make money then your days ain't fucking sunny Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched Together, and build a crib for me and my damn bitch, I never Had it like I deserve to have it I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop You's a piss drop, talking that shit you need to stop Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said (Toma!) Fly you fucking head like that [Hook] Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Texas, uhh, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear [Verse 3: JuJu] Real niggas do real things and that's a fact And real niggas could leave big holes in nigga's backs And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say But don't sweat that, cause I'mma let you keep your head If I wanted you killed, you'd already be dead I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake Taking care of business yeah without no doubt And I'mma make a million dollars kid before I'm out Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake [Hook] When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here)