Текст (слова) песни: Showbiz and A.G. - 40 Acres and My Props

 
[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)
 

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