The Set Up Lyrics
| Song | The Set Up |
| Artist | Rampage |
| Album | KEEP IN MUSIC PROJECT VOL.2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I seen many mc's getten laid to rest | |
| Under stress, shot through they're bullet proof vest | |
| Now you wanna be hardcore | |
| You were never an outlaw | |
| Until you just came off tour | |
| Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your name | |
| They wanna burn you in the flame | |
| The other day you told me that you bout some new steel | |
| You was like "yo ramp, yo i'm keepin it real" | |
| The only type of real puttin down your steel | |
| Pick up your pen and show me you in it for real | |
| Before the next man put you to the test | |
| He's a killer, he's from a town called brownsvilla | |
| Him and his whole click be movin out of town | |
| When they get back your six feet underground | |
| You didn't listen | |
| You didn't play your position | |
| They shot your baby bombs and she turned up missing | |
| Some where in whitehovas | |
| Your ass is to blame | |
| That's what happens when you enter the game | |
| Chorus: | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you a rap star you won't go far | |
| They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of jeep that you drive | |
| You'll be dead by the end of night | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you rap star you won't go far | |
| Now you on a run you can't see them son | |
| You livin by the sword plus you packin a gun | |
| Now you on the s train talkin about you going home | |
| The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome | |
| You sneak in through the back way | |
| To that's nervous | |
| They wanna get your moms before sunday service | |
| They wanna get your pops before he goes to work | |
| Even though he's a doctor or world expert | |
| Yo they ripped your baby sister and threw her | |
| In the ditch with your brother mitch | |
| He's an inside snitch | |
| He told brothers where you rest and where you be | |
| Now you upset | |
| You wanna flea the country and lay low | |
| In the east with this girl named mes | |
| Yo she works for the beach you and her in peace | |
| She's a snake, all she do is hustle weight | |
| Take the money and break | |
| Sell it back up state | |
| You can't sleep | |
| So you keep your hand on your steel | |
| Watch your back before a brother gets killed | |
| Chorus |
| I seen many mc' s getten laid to rest | |
| Under stress, shot through they' re bullet proof vest | |
| Now you wanna be hardcore | |
| You were never an outlaw | |
| Until you just came off tour | |
| Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your name | |
| They wanna burn you in the flame | |
| The other day you told me that you bout some new steel | |
| You was like " yo ramp, yo i' m keepin it real" | |
| The only type of real puttin down your steel | |
| Pick up your pen and show me you in it for real | |
| Before the next man put you to the test | |
| He' s a killer, he' s from a town called brownsvilla | |
| Him and his whole click be movin out of town | |
| When they get back your six feet underground | |
| You didn' t listen | |
| You didn' t play your position | |
| They shot your baby bombs and she turned up missing | |
| Some where in whitehovas | |
| Your ass is to blame | |
| That' s what happens when you enter the game | |
| Chorus: | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you a rap star you won' t go far | |
| They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of jeep that you drive | |
| You' ll be dead by the end of night | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you rap star you won' t go far | |
| Now you on a run you can' t see them son | |
| You livin by the sword plus you packin a gun | |
| Now you on the s train talkin about you going home | |
| The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome | |
| You sneak in through the back way | |
| To that' s nervous | |
| They wanna get your moms before sunday service | |
| They wanna get your pops before he goes to work | |
| Even though he' s a doctor or world expert | |
| Yo they ripped your baby sister and threw her | |
| In the ditch with your brother mitch | |
| He' s an inside snitch | |
| He told brothers where you rest and where you be | |
| Now you upset | |
| You wanna flea the country and lay low | |
| In the east with this girl named mes | |
| Yo she works for the beach you and her in peace | |
| She' s a snake, all she do is hustle weight | |
| Take the money and break | |
| Sell it back up state | |
| You can' t sleep | |
| So you keep your hand on your steel | |
| Watch your back before a brother gets killed | |
| Chorus |
| I seen many mc' s getten laid to rest | |
| Under stress, shot through they' re bullet proof vest | |
| Now you wanna be hardcore | |
| You were never an outlaw | |
| Until you just came off tour | |
| Yo you talk a good game, brothers around your way knows your name | |
| They wanna burn you in the flame | |
| The other day you told me that you bout some new steel | |
| You was like " yo ramp, yo i' m keepin it real" | |
| The only type of real puttin down your steel | |
| Pick up your pen and show me you in it for real | |
| Before the next man put you to the test | |
| He' s a killer, he' s from a town called brownsvilla | |
| Him and his whole click be movin out of town | |
| When they get back your six feet underground | |
| You didn' t listen | |
| You didn' t play your position | |
| They shot your baby bombs and she turned up missing | |
| Some where in whitehovas | |
| Your ass is to blame | |
| That' s what happens when you enter the game | |
| Chorus: | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you a rap star you won' t go far | |
| They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of jeep that you drive | |
| You' ll be dead by the end of night | |
| No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar | |
| If you rap star you won' t go far | |
| Now you on a run you can' t see them son | |
| You livin by the sword plus you packin a gun | |
| Now you on the s train talkin about you going home | |
| The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome | |
| You sneak in through the back way | |
| To that' s nervous | |
| They wanna get your moms before sunday service | |
| They wanna get your pops before he goes to work | |
| Even though he' s a doctor or world expert | |
| Yo they ripped your baby sister and threw her | |
| In the ditch with your brother mitch | |
| He' s an inside snitch | |
| He told brothers where you rest and where you be | |
| Now you upset | |
| You wanna flea the country and lay low | |
| In the east with this girl named mes | |
| Yo she works for the beach you and her in peace | |
| She' s a snake, all she do is hustle weight | |
| Take the money and break | |
| Sell it back up state | |
| You can' t sleep | |
| So you keep your hand on your steel | |
| Watch your back before a brother gets killed | |
| Chorus |
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