| Song | 40 Acres and My Props |
| Artist | Show & A.G. |
| Album | Runaway Slave |
| 作曲 : A.G., AG, Showbiz | |
| 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 BM | |
| W'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) |
| zuò qǔ : A. G., AG, Showbiz | |
| 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 | |
| IZ, my partner' s | |
| A. G. Chill with | |
| Greg NIC | |
| E or my brother | |
| DRES 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 hiphop, | |
| I won' t stop yo Repeat 4x Showbiz | |
| The say BM | |
| W' s a Black | |
| Man' s Wish | |
| I wish for an | |
| SP1200 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 hiphop, | |
| I won' t stop yo Repeat 4x |