[Hook] Who got the props, who got the props? Big Guru, Solar and Doo Wop Who got the props, who got the props? Big Guru, Solar and Doo Wop [Guru] You dudes are merely dorks and derelicts You're swined out; you're eatin that pork and you better quit Front will set it quick, got so much you'll never get See that thing between your shoulders - you get it split I live what I know, I learn and I gain Left that old sh** alone, seen it burnin in flames I'm, turnin the pain into masterpieces Cause 7 Grand militias it's our turn in the game Hold your dome money; I'm, shockin your system For the blocks and the prisons, we're unlockin the rhythms Solar and Guru, blow a hole right through you In the blink of an eye, say goodbye, that's what you'll do So let me break it down nice and clear Soon as you sleep, you will find your worst nightmare Hit you right where you least expect (SURPRISE~!) So we gon' get at you quick, and make you eat your threats (Let's do it) [Hook] [Doo Wop - speaking over Hook at first] 7 Grand, y'know Uhh, uhh, yo Spaz hard when I hear a cla**ic tune like this Reminisce back when Mary Blige used to sniff And the things lost on trip to the rockets And in Virginia some white man, lost half his dick to Bobbett (Give me a light fam) Branson chocolate to grand projects Everytime that we shook the NARCs Brooklyn cats had the fade with the half moon part While Harlem and the Bronx kept it gully with the skully Queens, rock 40's like Onyx Regardless where you was from you was bumpin that "Chronic" n***a stop frontin; Doc and Snoop brought down the roof First time that I heard 'em I was down at the deuce (remember that) Return of the Dragon, Chuck Norris and Bruce Snuck in to see 2Pac in "Juice" Brown bag in the jacket of my Karl Kani suit Me and Bam used to mix St. Ides with juice Then we hit up White Castle or the diner Probably stop a moose with the crash bar we had on that Pathfinder I ain't sayin in the past, just rewind for a minute Fast forward God remind these n***as [Hook] - repeat 2X