Showbiz & A.G. - 40 Acres and My Props lyrics

[Intro: 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 for now, save some for later Here's a portion, a-yo Show, kick the flavor [Showbiz] Record labels try to juice me (For what?) For my papers They offer me a mule (And what else?) And 40 acres I'm dissing snakes now, there's no time to catch the vapors And I'm not a pup (for what?) a Muppet caper And all the ghetto groupies get free with the quickness And Show concentrate and only think about business I hate a sell-out because he put me in a rage I play KRS and throw that a** off the stage So give me my props because I always think clever And ain't nothing changed but the weather (Get your act together) cause I got mines together And please don't front on the brother with the Pelle Pelle leather I'm Show B-I-Z, my partner is 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 tried to game me for my royalties Pushed me towards the dotted line but you know I didn't sign Labels know straight up when we meet Interfere with my career then it's back to the streets Bang bang on the pow pow I settled the beef the best way I know how Police are savage beasts 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 the brain is the tool Gimme my props so we all can rule Don't show all my sk**s, I just sprinkle em And now you're sleeping on my props, wake up before you wrinkle them [Hook: Showbiz] Gimme my props yo, more than a cop yo Til I master Hip Hop, I won't stop yo (Repeat 4x) (Gimme my props, I want mine) (Gimme my props, I'm getting mine) (Repeat 2x) [Showbiz] They say BMW's a Black Man Wish I wish for an SP-1200 and some discs (Negativity release), material will cease Saying peace to the brothers in the belly of the beast People saying "Why Show wanna rhyme?" I didn't wanna get bagged 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 football 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 and Diamond go digging in the crates (Where's my 40 acres?) Not the projects of course I asked for a mule, I got a iron horse sh** goes on as the song plays (Can a devil fool a m**m?) Nah, not nowadays [A.G.] On your mark, get set, pa** the 40, let's jet A fat rhyme is what you want, a fat rhyme is what you'll get It's thorough, from beginning to end The beat is fat, what could 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 knew 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 peoples 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 [Hook]