Bambú - Upset The Setup lyrics

[Verse One: Bambu] No surprise I'm from a gang bang culture But we can keep it civil or pull a thang thang on ya Southern California where the sun don't quit And to generational gangs so son's don't quit But immediately you see the problems that's in my city Is secondary to what's propelling it in my city I mean really break it down Take poor black and brown Educate 'em poor, take the jobs from out they town Then inundate 'em with sedative d** and dumb TV Locked into a zoo and hunted daily by the police Then you get a group of youth who know they don't belong Then they gather up and organize and number up strong But see the failure isn't seeing that the problem ain't the gang It's the situation in the communities where we hang So I'm so pro gang it might scare a motherf**er Cause I fix the misconception that the enemies are brothers [Hook] Bang on the setup Bang on the setup Bang on the setup Upset the setup Bang on the setup Bang on the setup Bang on the setup Homie we've been setup [Verse Two: Bambu] I tell 'em I went from a street gang thang Then I joined a military Fleet Marine Force thing From a little bitty gang in the south of Los Angeles To dragging bodies outta they house to help our government Who hellbent on keeping money spent on the missile Reality's the difference between them sh**'s is little We had the objective of arming up all the money And they had the objective of arming up over money And we told kids, "Join us, we the truth." Lies about protecting our block to get recruits Then we found out we getting k**ed for a hood And we don't own a single speck of dirt on that hood Whether in a zone down south in Decatur Or in flatlands off of Lennox and La Brea Or in a low rise project in Chicago Big money come in and buy up our barrio so... [Hook] Throw you sets up We 'bout to upset the setup We 'bout to upset the setup Up-upset the setup Thr-throw your sets up We 'bout to upset the setup U-U-U-Upset the setup Up-upset the setup [Verse Three: k**er Mike] BGF brothers, the real...Freeway Ricky Ross and Chris Dutters I do my thang for Hoover, I represent for Fort So my folk and my people throw they set to support Support will mean imagine, she might say the Chi So maybe next summer no mamas gotta cry Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try The only way the system move, is somebody gotta lie And the lie they told us old, they base it on your race They separate: you black, you brown, you yellow and white face Then we further separate by joining gangs and legislate That our neighborhoods are now at war like we are separate states So the police occupy our hood to keep down all the drama So the Starbucks they just built is comfortable for soccer mamas And American Apparel comfortable for all the hipsters And it's zero tolerance for all you spics and you n***as And you chinks and you crackers And it ain't about who whiter and it ain't about who blacker But the money is a factor And the factor is the factories got moved up out da hood When starvation is present and absent is the job A man will simply starve, or he will form a mob If you should form a mafia, then you should think Sicilian Buy the hood for real, every block, every building Every building, feed the children, gang bang Building Feed the children, feed the children, gang bang, on the system