[Intro: Showbiz & A.G.]
Showbiz got props, tell me who got the props
A.G. got props, tell me who got the props
Give me my props for `92
It`s me and Showbiz, and this is what we gonna do
Give you some now, save some for later
Here`s a portion, yo Show, kick the flavor
[Showbiz]
Record labels try and juice me (for what?) for my papers
The offer me a mule (and what else?) and 40 acres
I`m dissing snakes now, there`s no time to catch the vapors
I`m not a pup (for what?) a Muppet caper
And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness
And Show concentrates and only thinks about business
I hate a sellout cause he puts me in a rage
I play KRS and throw that ass off the stage
So give me my props cause I always stay clever
And ain`t nothing changd but the weather
Get your act together, cause I got mines together
Don`t front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather
I`m Show B-I-Z, my partner`s A.G.
Chill with Greg N-I-C-E or my brother D-R-E-S
And what`s up to Lord Finesse
And I`d like to give shouts to my peeps Shorty and Wes
People say I`m soup, crazy cash I recoup
Nowadays I just troop in my green Legend coupe
[A.G.]
Record companies try to juice me for my papers
They offer me a mule and about 40 acres
They try ot gain from my royalties
Push me towards the dotted line but you know I didn`t sign
Labels know straight up when we meet
Interfere with my career and it`s back to the streets
Bang bang or the pow pow
I settle the beef the best way I know how
Release the savage beast if I`m not taking care
Rap is my career and it`s my only way outta here
Every chance I do damage
And I manage to use all the anger to my advantage
All that is cool, but my brain is the tool
Gimme my props so we all can rule
Don`t show off my skills, I just sprinkle em
And you`re sleeping on my props, wake up before you wrinkle them
Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til I master hip-hop, I won`t stop yo (Repeat 4x)
[Showbiz]
The say BMW`s a Black Man`s Wish
I wish for an SP-1200 and some discs
Negativity the least, my material`s is cease
Saying peace to the brothers in the belly of the beast
People saying Why Show wanna rhyme?
I didn`t wanna get back and do Fed time
I wanna live right and exact, I don`t wanna be the fat cat
Off the crack and have the Feds down my back
If the money`s stacked, take a step back, black
Or you`ll be wearing four four numbers like a quarterback
I was raised one deep by mom dukes and no dad
And now I grab a #2 pencil and a pad
Or Erasermate if I make mistakes I erase
And me a Diamond go diggin` in the crates
(Where`s my 40 acres?) Not the projects of course
I asked for a mule, I got an iron horse
Shit goes on as the song plays
Can a devil fool a Muslim? Nah, not nowadays
[A.G.]
On your mark, get set, pass the 40, let`s jet
A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you`ll get
It`s thorough, from begining to end
The beat is fat, what can I say? Show you did it again
I got the hat on my head, Pepe`s on my behind
Fans on my back, and money on my mind
I don`t sweat the stress, take the bitter with the sweet
Did I let you know I have the Tims on my feet?
You know my stats when I came around
Saying Damn he`s living fat when I haven`t even gained a pound
Friends til the end, never will I diss ya
My people`s R.I.P., you know I`m gonna miss ya
40 acres and my props, the name of the song
A.G. is saying peace and I`m gone
Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo
Til I master hip-hop, I won`t stop yo (Repeat 4x)
