The Set Up (feat. Havoc)

Lyrics for The Set Up (feat. Havoc)

Uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt) To '96 ('96, motherfucker) Check the shit ('96, Escobar 600) Check the shit My mind set, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it I feel it, he should've been dealt with it Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in they coke And got the nerve to wonder why they broke While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin' Seen the ill Bimmers beamin' Triple-beam and doublin' C.R.E.A.M., had 'em fiendin' To get they fingers on the dose-ah, I called Sosa "Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm 'bout to go loca" Left my rat beggin me to stay and stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious With two MAC's inside the Volvo What up, God? I'm still sober I need some Henn' to bend me over My nigga Hav' gotta soldier It's gettin' down, it's goin' down, kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears Told these broads to put it in gear With two females that don't smile, diggin' they style Yo, what up, son? These niggas done started somethin' wild You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holdin' the steel I paid attention to the females, maintained bitches when it get real Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel Spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel Point 'em out, smoke a Phill' and chill I laid back Escobar status Knowin' The Firm got it cornered We on it, shit we was born with Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up Hold it right there, pull over That nigga right there inside the Rover I knew he'd be right here, I told you Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders He's stuntin', after he left my man like that Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus And Vicious, lookin' delicious, handle your bidness And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him Do what you gotta do to get to him In tight Parasuco with young faces can turn niggas Buttafuco of all ages They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York If they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you" He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don't grab, boo" They started chattin', was only 'bout a minute flat when They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin' We followed 'em pollyin', he thought the hoes was Somalian Probably when hey hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and 'em We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'? Sosa said, "Say no more", we started rollin' Before we got in, they must have shot him Security wildin', there the girls go, hurry up, we out in The 940, me Sosa and two shorties The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect with Dangerous sons, step back, let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up Q.B.C., Queensbridge motherfucker Ropin' niggas up Cause our clique is thick Another day, another dollar More money, more murder Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house