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The Set Up

歌曲	The Set Up
歌手	Nas
专辑	IT WAS WRITTEN

歌词

	Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6
	Check the shit, 9 6
	Escobar 600, 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
	An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke
	While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin'
	Seen the ill
	Beamers beamin'
	Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had 'em feignin'
	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 an' stroke her
	He came through with two fly bitches,
	Venus an'
	ViciousWit 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 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, what up, 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 an' told me the deal
	He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots an' reload
	An' 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
	Spark the lye,
	Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
	In this business an' 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 an' 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
	Hold it right there, pull over
	That nigga right there, inside the
	RoverI knew he'd be right here,
	I told yaLet's get him now, look at him smile, ice
	BulovaPolo pullover, big links an' 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 an'
	ViciousLookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness
	An' 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 YorkIf 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
	SomalianProbably wanted to hit the
	Holiday Inn
	I grabbed the phone an' called the
	Mobb an' 'em
	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 an' two shorties
	The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy
	Spark the lye,
	Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die
	In this business an' 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
	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

拼音

	Q. B. since 1933 to 9 6
	Check the shit, 9 6
	Escobar 600, 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
	An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke
	While we was gleamin', niggaz was schemin'
	Seen the ill
	Beamers beamin'
	Triple beam an' doublin' cream, had ' em feignin'
	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 an' stroke her
	He came through with two fly bitches,
	Venus an'
	ViciousWit 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 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, what up, 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 an' told me the deal
	He said both hoes' ll peel, spray shots an' reload
	An' 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
	Spark the lye,
	Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die
	In this business an' 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 an' 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
	Hold it right there, pull over
	That nigga right there, inside the
	RoverI knew he' d be right here,
	I told yaLet' s get him now, look at him smile, ice
	BulovaPolo pullover, big links an' 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 an'
	ViciousLookin' delicious, handle yo' bidness
	An' 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 YorkIf 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
	SomalianProbably wanted to hit the
	Holiday Inn
	I grabbed the phone an' called the
	Mobb an' ' em
	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 an' two shorties
	The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy
	Spark the lye,
	Q. B. C., yo, it' s do or die
	In this business an' 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
	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