The Set Up Lyrics
| Song | The Set Up |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | IT WAS WRITTEN |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6 | |
| Check the shit, 9 6 | |
| Escobar 600, check the shit | |
| My mindset, son got wet, | |
| I'm vexed really | |
| They snatched off his | |
| Rolex, smacked his bitch silly | |
| Why niggaz actin' illy? | |
| Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it | |
| I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it | |
| Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke | |
| An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke | |
| While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin' | |
| Seen the ill | |
| Beamers beamin' | |
| Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had 'em feignin' | |
| To get they fingers on the dosa, | |
| I called Sosa | |
| Sosa, these niggaz hit the | |
| God, bring the toaster | |
| Meet me in the ' | |
| Bridge, I'm 'bout to go loca | |
| Left my 'rat beggin' me to stay an' stroke her | |
| He came through with two fly bitches, | |
| Venus an' | |
| ViciousWit two macs inside the | |
| Volvo, what up, | |
| God?I'm still sober, | |
| I need some | |
| Henn' to bend me over | |
| My nigga Hav, got a soldier | |
| It's gettin' down, it's goin' down, kid | |
| 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 niggaz done started somethin' wild | |
| You know the clique well, | |
| Ramel with the gold in his grill | |
| Tried to get a name holdin' the steel | |
| I paid attention to the females | |
| Maintain bitches when it get real | |
| Sos' pulled me close an' told me the deal | |
| He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots an' reload | |
| An' still handle the wheel, point 'em out | |
| Smoke a Phil' then chill, | |
| I layed back | |
| Escobar status, knowin' | |
| The Firm got it cornered | |
| We on it, shit, we was born wit | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R.D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R.D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Hold it right there, pull over | |
| That nigga right there, inside the | |
| RoverI knew he'd be right here, | |
| I told yaLet's get him now, look at him smile, ice | |
| BulovaPolo pullover, big links an' 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 an' | |
| ViciousLookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness | |
| An' step to him, shake yo' ass, try to screw him | |
| Do what ya gotta do to get to him | |
| A tight parasuco with young faces | |
| Can turn niggaz | |
| Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused | |
| By the way they walked, way they talked | |
| Only if they knew these girls'd spray | |
| New YorkIf 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 them pollyin', he thought the hoes were | |
| SomalianProbably wanted to hit the | |
| Holiday Inn | |
| I grabbed the phone an' called the | |
| Mobb an' 'em | |
| We layed 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 an' two shorties | |
| The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R.D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker | |
| Ropin' niggaz up 'cause our click is thick | |
| Another day, another dollar | |
| More money, more murder | |
| Fuck this shit, | |
| Q.B. up in the house |
| Q. B. since 1933 to 9 6 | |
| Check the shit, 9 6 | |
| Escobar 600, check the shit | |
| My mindset, son got wet, | |
| I' m vexed really | |
| They snatched off his | |
| Rolex, smacked his bitch silly | |
| Why niggaz actin' illy? | |
| Word to Will, he ' bout to feel it | |
| I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it | |
| Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke | |
| An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke | |
| While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin' | |
| Seen the ill | |
| Beamers beamin' | |
| Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had ' em feignin' | |
| To get they fingers on the dosa, | |
| I called Sosa | |
| Sosa, these niggaz hit the | |
| God, bring the toaster | |
| Meet me in the ' | |
| Bridge, I' m ' bout to go loca | |
| Left my ' rat beggin' me to stay an' stroke her | |
| He came through with two fly bitches, | |
| Venus an' | |
| ViciousWit two macs inside the | |
| Volvo, what up, | |
| God? I' m still sober, | |
| I need some | |
| Henn' to bend me over | |
| My nigga Hav, got a soldier | |
| It' s gettin' down, it' s goin' down, kid | |
| 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 niggaz done started somethin' wild | |
| You know the clique well, | |
| Ramel with the gold in his grill | |
| Tried to get a name holdin' the steel | |
| I paid attention to the females | |
| Maintain bitches when it get real | |
| Sos' pulled me close an' told me the deal | |
| He said both hoes' ll peel, spray shots an' reload | |
| An' still handle the wheel, point ' em out | |
| Smoke a Phil' then chill, | |
| I layed back | |
| Escobar status, knowin' | |
| The Firm got it cornered | |
| We on it, shit, we was born wit | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Hold it right there, pull over | |
| That nigga right there, inside the | |
| RoverI knew he' d be right here, | |
| I told yaLet' s get him now, look at him smile, ice | |
| BulovaPolo pullover, big links an' 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 an' | |
| ViciousLookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness | |
| An' step to him, shake yo' ass, try to screw him | |
| Do what ya gotta do to get to him | |
| A tight parasuco with young faces | |
| Can turn niggaz | |
| Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused | |
| By the way they walked, way they talked | |
| Only if they knew these girls' d spray | |
| New YorkIf 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 them pollyin', he thought the hoes were | |
| SomalianProbably wanted to hit the | |
| Holiday Inn | |
| I grabbed the phone an' called the | |
| Mobb an' ' em | |
| We layed 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 an' two shorties | |
| The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Q. B. C., Queensbridge, motherfucker | |
| Ropin' niggaz up ' cause our click is thick | |
| Another day, another dollar | |
| More money, more murder | |
| Fuck this shit, | |
| Q. B. up in the house |
| Q. B. since 1933 to 9 6 | |
| Check the shit, 9 6 | |
| Escobar 600, check the shit | |
| My mindset, son got wet, | |
| I' m vexed really | |
| They snatched off his | |
| Rolex, smacked his bitch silly | |
| Why niggaz actin' illy? | |
| Word to Will, he ' bout to feel it | |
| I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it | |
| Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke | |
| An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke | |
| While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin' | |
| Seen the ill | |
| Beamers beamin' | |
| Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had ' em feignin' | |
| To get they fingers on the dosa, | |
| I called Sosa | |
| Sosa, these niggaz hit the | |
| God, bring the toaster | |
| Meet me in the ' | |
| Bridge, I' m ' bout to go loca | |
| Left my ' rat beggin' me to stay an' stroke her | |
| He came through with two fly bitches, | |
| Venus an' | |
| ViciousWit two macs inside the | |
| Volvo, what up, | |
| God? I' m still sober, | |
| I need some | |
| Henn' to bend me over | |
| My nigga Hav, got a soldier | |
| It' s gettin' down, it' s goin' down, kid | |
| 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 niggaz done started somethin' wild | |
| You know the clique well, | |
| Ramel with the gold in his grill | |
| Tried to get a name holdin' the steel | |
| I paid attention to the females | |
| Maintain bitches when it get real | |
| Sos' pulled me close an' told me the deal | |
| He said both hoes' ll peel, spray shots an' reload | |
| An' still handle the wheel, point ' em out | |
| Smoke a Phil' then chill, | |
| I layed back | |
| Escobar status, knowin' | |
| The Firm got it cornered | |
| We on it, shit, we was born wit | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Hold it right there, pull over | |
| That nigga right there, inside the | |
| RoverI knew he' d be right here, | |
| I told yaLet' s get him now, look at him smile, ice | |
| BulovaPolo pullover, big links an' 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 an' | |
| ViciousLookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness | |
| An' step to him, shake yo' ass, try to screw him | |
| Do what ya gotta do to get to him | |
| A tight parasuco with young faces | |
| Can turn niggaz | |
| Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused | |
| By the way they walked, way they talked | |
| Only if they knew these girls' d spray | |
| New YorkIf 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 them pollyin', he thought the hoes were | |
| SomalianProbably wanted to hit the | |
| Holiday Inn | |
| I grabbed the phone an' called the | |
| Mobb an' ' em | |
| We layed 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 an' two shorties | |
| The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy | |
| Spark the lye, | |
| Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die | |
| In this business an' trifeness | |
| I finesse this for | |
| R. D., we chef shit | |
| Perfect shit, | |
| Albert Einstein minds connect wit | |
| Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift | |
| Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up | |
| Q. B. C., Queensbridge, motherfucker | |
| Ropin' niggaz up ' cause our click is thick | |
| Another day, another dollar | |
| More money, more murder | |
| Fuck this shit, | |
| Q. B. up in the house |
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