Текст (слова) песни: Nas - 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, Im 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 Im 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, Im still sober

I need some henn to bend me over

My nigga hav got a soldier

Its gettin down its goin down kid (I got this, I got this)

I heard he might not live, Im holdin back tears

Told these broads, to put it in gear

With two females that dont 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 hoesll 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 its 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 its 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 hed be right here, I told ya

Lets get him now, look at him smile, ice bulova

Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders

Hes stuntin, after he left my man like that

Without a fair chance to fight back, but Ill 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 girlsd spray new york

If they had to, heard him ask venus, "could I have you? "

He jumped out a jeep, heard her tell him, "dont 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

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(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, Im 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 Im 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, Im still sober I need some henn to bend me over My nigga hav got a soldier Its gettin down its goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, Im holdin back tears Told these broads, to put it in gear With two females that dont 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 hoesll 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 its 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 its 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 hed be right here, I told ya Lets get him now, look at him smile, ice bulova Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders Hes stuntin, after he left my man like that Without a fair chance to fight back, but Ill 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 girlsd spray new york If they had to, heard him ask venus, "could I have you? " He jumped out a jeep, heard her tell him, "dont 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 Нравится песня? 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