The Set Up lyrics

Artist  : Nas Featuring Havoc 
Song : The Set Up
 


[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since
1933 (know dat)
To nine-six (nine-six
motherfucker)
Check the
shit

[Havoc]
Nine-six
Escobar
600

[Nas]
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
And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY
BROKE
While we was gleamin, niggaz was
scheamin
Seen the ill Beamers
beamin
Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em
feenin
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
and stroke her
He came through with two fly
bitches, Venus and Vicious
wit 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
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
Whattup 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 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 Phil' then chill
I layed
back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it
cornered
We on it, shit we was born
wit

Chorus: Havoc

Spark the lye,
Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business and
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 and
trifeness
We 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

[Nas]
Hold it right
there pull over
That nigga right there inside
the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I told
ya
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 yo' bidness
and 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 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 them pollyin, he
thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably wanted
to hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and
called the Mobb and them
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 and two
shorties
The punk niggaz got murdered in the
orgy

Chorus 1/2

[unknown lady - not
credited]
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