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The Set Up

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  • Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6
    Check the ****, 9 6
    Escobar 600, check the ****
    My mindset, son got wet,
    I'm vexed really
    They snatched off his
    Rolex, smacked his ***** silly
    Why ****** actin' illy?
    Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
    I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it
    Them ****** sour, they put to much flour in they coke
    An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke
    While we was gleamin', ****** 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 ****** 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 *****es,
    Venus an'
    ViciousWit two macs inside the
    Volvo, what up,
    God?I'm still sober,
    I need some
    Henn' to bend me over
    My ***** 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 ****** 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 *****es 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, ****, 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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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 ***** 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 ******
    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 *****es 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 ****** 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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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, ************
    Ropin' ****** up 'cause our click is thick
    Another day, another dollar
    More money, more murder
    **** this ****,
    Q.B. up in the house
  • Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6
    Check the ****, 9 6
    Escobar 600, check the ****
    My mindset, son got wet,
    I'm vexed really
    They snatched off his
    Rolex, smacked his ***** silly
    Why ****** actin' illy?
    Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
    I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it
    Them ****** sour, they put to much flour in they coke
    An' got the nerve to wonder why they broke
    While we was gleamin', ****** 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 ****** 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 *****es,
    Venus an'
    ViciousWit two macs inside the
    Volvo, what up,
    God?I'm still sober,
    I need some
    Henn' to bend me over
    My ***** 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 ****** 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 *****es 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, ****, 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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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 ***** 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 ******
    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 *****es 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 ****** 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 ****
    Perfect ****,
    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, ************
    Ropin' ****** up 'cause our click is thick
    Another day, another dollar
    More money, more murder
    **** this ****,
    Q.B. up in the house