The Set Up (feat. Havoc)

Q.B. since 1933

To 9-6 (9-6 motherfucker)

Check the shit

Nine-six, 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 **** acting illy, word to Will he 'bout the Philly, I feel it

He shoulda been dealt with it

Them **** sour, they put too much flour in their coke

And got the nerve to wonder why they're broke

While we was gleaming, **** was scheming

Seen the ill Beemers beaming

Triple-beam and doubling cream, had 'em fiending

To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa

Sos,a these **** 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 tow macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober

I need some Henn to bend me over

My **** have gotta soldier

It's getting down, it's going down kid

I heard he might not live, I'm holding back tears

Told these broads to put it in gear

With two females that don't smile digging they style, yo

What up son, these **** done started something wild

You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill

Tried to get a name holding 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 Phil' and chill

I laid back, Escobar status, knowing The Firm got it cornered

We on it, shit we was born with

Spark the lye, QBC 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 with a shorty then we set you up

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die

In this business and trifeness

We finesse this, for RD, we chef shit

Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit

Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift

Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up

Hold it right there, pull over

That **** 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 rocking boulders

He's stunting, 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 your ass, try to screw him

Do what you gotta do to get to him

A tight parasuco, with young faces

Can turn **** Buttafuoco, 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 chatting, was only 'bout a minute flat when

They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughing

We followed them pollying, he thought the hoes were Somalian

Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn

I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them

We laid low about an hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow

We both holding, what if them wild hoes started folding?

Sosa said, say no more, we started rolling

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 **** got murdered in the orgy

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die

In this business and trifeness

We finesse this, for RD, we chef shit

Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit

Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift

Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up

QBC, Queens Bridge motherfucker

Roping **** up

'Cause our clique is thick

Another day another dollar

More money, more murder

Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house