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 ya stunned  Buckshot's the one that gets the job done  Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set  Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret  No holds barred, and complete move fakers  Best to play the back and 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 1, 2, here we go  And I'm a let you know, who got the flow  Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon  Suckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know    Who got the props? *bo!*  Who got the props? *bo!*  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)    One Mississippi, two mississippi  Sucker tried to diss me so 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, meaing 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    Who got the props? *bo!*  Who got the props? *bo!*  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 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 swing an 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 ??? 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    Who got the props? *bo!*  Who got the props? *bo!*  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)    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 tookin'  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 100 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...    Who got the props? *bo!*  Who got the props? *bo!*  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)