Havoc - The Set Up lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Intro] Q.B. since 1933 To nine-six Check the sh** [Havoc] Nine-six, Escobar 600 [Verse 1: Nas] Check the sh** My mind's set, son got wet I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his b**h silly Why n***as acting illy word to Will he bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt with it Them n***as sour they put to much flour in their coke And got the nerve to wonder why they're broke While we was gleaming, n***as was scheming Seen the ill Bimmers beaming Triple-beam and doubling cream, had em fiending To get they fingers on the dosa I called Sosa "Sosa, these n***as 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 b**hes, Venus and Vicious With two macs inside the Volvo What up God, I'm still sober I need some Henn to bend me over My n***a Hav 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 Whattup son, these n***as done started something wild You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holding the steel I paid attention to the females Maintained b**hes 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' then chill I layed back Escobar status, knowing The Firm got it cornered We on it, sh** we was born with [Hook x2: Havoc] Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business of trifeness I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef sh** Perfect sh**, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up [Verse 2: Nas] Hold it right there pull over That n***a 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' business And step to him, shake your a** try to screw him Do what ya gotta do to get to him A tight Parasuco, with young faces Can turn n***as bu*tafuoco, 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 when they hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them We layed low about a hour or so, these b**hes 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 n***as got murdered in the orgy [Hook] [Outro: Woman] QBC, Queensbridge motherf**er Roping n***as up Cause our clique is thick Another day another dollar More money, more murder f** this sh**, Q.B. up in the house