The Set Up lyrics

Artist  : Obie Trice 
Song : The Set Up
 


[Intro - Obie Trice]
Bitch I see you, cause
you know I know you
Yeah I know
you.

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Last time I
saw you
You was brewed up, booed up, ready for
a new fuck
Last time you saw me
I was P-I
to the motherfucking M-P WHAT!
And lately I
heard you's a broke bitch livin in the lower
class suburb
And lately the word is I live in
a suburb and I don't fuck with birds
She used
to pump on the block
Sell a nigga rocks, bail
a nigga out BUT!
She tried to plot on a nigga,
vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure
He
used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of
shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga man?
He
used to bring her through the hood
Treat the
bitch to fuckin good, my opinion
We used to
blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she
x-rays the clip
This nigga bought braids for
the bitch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on
some sucka shit
Meanwhile in the hood she
drivin around good
This bitch thinks she's in
Hollywood
Meantime she settin the nigga
up
Telling us what his stuff she's ready to
get him stuck WHAT!

[Chorus - Nate Dogg
(Obie Trice)]
Thick thighs but she full of
surprises
I swear this bitch is Shady (that's
what I know)
Sex on her mind all the
time
And you think that that's your baby (you
don't know)
You a good guy that's living a
lie
But she dove and played your safety (it's
what I know)
If you cool and she
satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me?
(you don't know)

[Verse - Obie
Trice]
We had to ride on a nigga
WATCH HIM!
for the right time to get richer
We decided
when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs
WHAT!
This nigga screamed like a
bitch
Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of
a lick BUT!
The bitch, who told us bout the
bricks exposed us to the nigga
He knew that
we'd come BUT! {*gun shot*}
Meanwhile in his
hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted
up
Rims and new trucks your man 'Livin It
Up'
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up
and erupt
Shot a nigga the fuck up
Just my
luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a
rush
The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts
wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched
up
Mixed up wit the wrong slut
Got my
friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My
niggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her
Ave, flossin in another nigga
cab

[Chorus]