歌曲 | Set Up |
歌手 | Too Short |
专辑 | What's My Favorite Word? |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
One, two, one, two, three, four | |
First we got the crack, then we got the gats | |
Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up | |
Lockin' all the young homies up | |
Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up | |
I remember when the world went crazy | |
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the '80s | |
Right before the crack they was smokin' fat | |
They called it ' | |
Freebase' an' rich folks did that | |
It's all good but nobody in the hood | |
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would | |
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it | |
The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted | |
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit | |
Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent | |
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up | |
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up | |
What? I'm tellin' the truth | |
The man had a plan that was killin' the youth | |
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you lose | |
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the blues | |
They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack | |
You makin' your money, it's sittin' in stacks | |
You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack | |
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that | |
Somebody died, you're goin' to war | |
You got a lot of straps an' you want some more | |
You in the little leagues, | |
AKs from the | |
Middle East | |
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a piece? | |
It was a set up, that's what the | |
O.G.'s say | |
I heard Rick got his dope from the | |
CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny | |
Los Angeles | |
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this | |
Oakland got a taste an' all over the place | |
Detroit to | |
Miami, they was rollin' case | |
Down to I-75, whatchu need in | |
AtlantaWhite | |
Christmas, a bag full of dope like | |
SantaWhatchu need, homey, whatchu need? | |
It was a set up | |
I got whatchu need, baby, | |
I got whatever you need | |
You got the money, | |
I got the yayo | |
Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons | |
Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' | |
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit | |
Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid | |
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from? | |
They used to put 'em up an' say, “ | |
You want some?” | |
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise | |
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys' | |
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin' dope | |
Sell your soul to the | |
Devil, say, “ | |
To hell with the | |
Pope”At the | |
Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash | |
You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass | |
In a way, it's not your fault | |
You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught | |
You never get out an' | |
I'm still amazed | |
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate | |
I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military | |
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there | |
You get paid? | |
You coulda been a | |
CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the | |
DEAIt ain't mine, | |
I don't wanna do no time | |
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'' | |
Cause what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle | |
I'm cool on the coke, | |
I don't want no trouble | |
I got a felony, | |
I was caught in a bust | |
Got probation, they can't stop us | |
I got two gat cases an' | |
I still ain't been to jail | |
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell | |
He told about the murders an' the whole operation | |
I feel like the slave on a plantation | |
Now I'm stuck in here an' don't wanna stay | |
I wish I was a kid so | |
I could go out an' play | |
They set me up, man, it was a set up |
One, two, one, two, three, four | |
First we got the crack, then we got the gats | |
Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up | |
Lockin' all the young homies up | |
Gettin' ' em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up | |
I remember when the world went crazy | |
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the ' 80s | |
Right before the crack they was smokin' fat | |
They called it ' | |
Freebase' an' rich folks did that | |
It' s all good but nobody in the hood | |
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would | |
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it | |
The rich man' s high got the ghetto addicted | |
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit | |
Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent | |
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up | |
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up | |
What? I' m tellin' the truth | |
The man had a plan that was killin' the youth | |
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you lose | |
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the blues | |
They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack | |
You makin' your money, it' s sittin' in stacks | |
You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack | |
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that | |
Somebody died, you' re goin' to war | |
You got a lot of straps an' you want some more | |
You in the little leagues, | |
AKs from the | |
Middle East | |
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a piece? | |
It was a set up, that' s what the | |
O. G.' s say | |
I heard Rick got his dope from the | |
CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny | |
Los Angeles | |
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this | |
Oakland got a taste an' all over the place | |
Detroit to | |
Miami, they was rollin' case | |
Down to I75, whatchu need in | |
AtlantaWhite | |
Christmas, a bag full of dope like | |
SantaWhatchu need, homey, whatchu need? | |
It was a set up | |
I got whatchu need, baby, | |
I got whatever you need | |
You got the money, | |
I got the yayo | |
Don' t look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons | |
Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' | |
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit | |
Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid | |
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from? | |
They used to put ' em up an' say, " | |
You want some?" | |
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise | |
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys' | |
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin' dope | |
Sell your soul to the | |
Devil, say, " | |
To hell with the | |
Pope" At the | |
Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash | |
You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass | |
In a way, it' s not your fault | |
You stupid as fuck, that' s why you got caught | |
You never get out an' | |
I' m still amazed | |
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate | |
I' m havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military | |
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there | |
You get paid? | |
You coulda been a | |
CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the | |
DEAIt ain' t mine, | |
I don' t wanna do no time | |
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'' | |
Cause what we do, y' all, we gotta get our own hustle | |
I' m cool on the coke, | |
I don' t want no trouble | |
I got a felony, | |
I was caught in a bust | |
Got probation, they can' t stop us | |
I got two gat cases an' | |
I still ain' t been to jail | |
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell | |
He told about the murders an' the whole operation | |
I feel like the slave on a plantation | |
Now I' m stuck in here an' don' t wanna stay | |
I wish I was a kid so | |
I could go out an' play | |
They set me up, man, it was a set up |
One, two, one, two, three, four | |
First we got the crack, then we got the gats | |
Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up | |
Lockin' all the young homies up | |
Gettin' ' em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up | |
I remember when the world went crazy | |
Crack cocaine hit the streets in the ' 80s | |
Right before the crack they was smokin' fat | |
They called it ' | |
Freebase' an' rich folks did that | |
It' s all good but nobody in the hood | |
Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would | |
A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it | |
The rich man' s high got the ghetto addicted | |
It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit | |
Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent | |
Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up | |
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up | |
What? I' m tellin' the truth | |
The man had a plan that was killin' the youth | |
You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you lose | |
It was a set up, got everybody singin' the blues | |
They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack | |
You makin' your money, it' s sittin' in stacks | |
You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack | |
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that | |
Somebody died, you' re goin' to war | |
You got a lot of straps an' you want some more | |
You in the little leagues, | |
AKs from the | |
Middle East | |
Guns an' coke, you wanna get a piece? | |
It was a set up, that' s what the | |
O. G.' s say | |
I heard Rick got his dope from the | |
CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny | |
Los Angeles | |
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this | |
Oakland got a taste an' all over the place | |
Detroit to | |
Miami, they was rollin' case | |
Down to I75, whatchu need in | |
AtlantaWhite | |
Christmas, a bag full of dope like | |
SantaWhatchu need, homey, whatchu need? | |
It was a set up | |
I got whatchu need, baby, | |
I got whatever you need | |
You got the money, | |
I got the yayo | |
Don' t look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons | |
Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' | |
Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit | |
Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid | |
Now where in the fuck did the guns come from? | |
They used to put ' em up an' say, " | |
You want some?" | |
Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise | |
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys' | |
Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin' dope | |
Sell your soul to the | |
Devil, say, " | |
To hell with the | |
Pope" At the | |
Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash | |
You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass | |
In a way, it' s not your fault | |
You stupid as fuck, that' s why you got caught | |
You never get out an' | |
I' m still amazed | |
You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate | |
I' m havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military | |
Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there | |
You get paid? | |
You coulda been a | |
CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the | |
DEAIt ain' t mine, | |
I don' t wanna do no time | |
They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin'' | |
Cause what we do, y' all, we gotta get our own hustle | |
I' m cool on the coke, | |
I don' t want no trouble | |
I got a felony, | |
I was caught in a bust | |
Got probation, they can' t stop us | |
I got two gat cases an' | |
I still ain' t been to jail | |
They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell | |
He told about the murders an' the whole operation | |
I feel like the slave on a plantation | |
Now I' m stuck in here an' don' t wanna stay | |
I wish I was a kid so | |
I could go out an' play | |
They set me up, man, it was a set up |