Jadakiss - Throw Ya Sets Up lyrics

Feat. Jadakiss, La the Darkman, Willie the Kid, Yung Joc [Chorus X6: La the Darkman] Hustler, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin yo cash, now throw ya stes up [Yung Joc] I got big nuts, they call me big drawers Cut the work four ways, they call me Jigsaw I'm posted on the block with my dick in hand Chevy super clean, the call it spic and span Ask me where I live, what I represent I'll tell ya'll the first letter of the alphabet Yeah I do this sh**, and I ain't never lie I am hip-hop, b**h it never died No who got sumthin to say, we got gun play I seen you at the car, first cla**, one way Yeah I got airlines, east and the west coast n***as on the bottom of the map got the best dope I betcha b**h'll break her neck just to know Joc Then I take time to beat her back, beat her throatbox The .44 co*ked, throw shots through your o spot No door lock, ??? shot three or four cops [Chorus X5] [Willie the Kid] Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swag It's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tag Keep a steady hand, I'm not a petty man I make it rain on b**hes, the confetti man Fifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filled Put you on the back of the milk I'm focused, DeRay when I'm taking a shot I put you under the bus, the breaks and shocks My n***as move white blocks, but no styrofoam Willie The Kid, I got bars like xylophones Come on man, these n***as can't f** with me We ran a train on your girl, you can't f** with me I give my cash up, I'm very clever n***as far from the point like Marietta A Town n***a, goin to flip number like score recorders This n***as change for a dollar like four quarters [Chorus X4] [Jadakiss] Word on the street is say ya'll b**h The AR spit, I get higher than JR Smith A lose lose situation, can't even win I seen n***as burn their bridges, they can't even swim I'm knee deep in the mob, any problems, I just send em to God I'm in the hood like benefit cards But this case got me lampin Old school Levi Jacket with the lamp skins, skully and a champion Wifebeater under the tee Got the champer's hand stamp on the bundle of d Got the throw away burners stashed under the tree Got my Baltimore n***a lookin out, now that's hustlin to me Can't wait to squirt lead in your back Kid it matter if it's a sale from the county or it's federal crack Kid, life on the back end or even a flat bin Either a flat bed, throw your sets up if you gettin the stacks in [Chorus X6]