Nas Featuring Havoc The Set Up Lyrics

The Set Up Lyrics

[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, I'm 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 I'm 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, I'm still sober
I need some Henn' to bend me over
My nigga Hav got a
soldier
It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this)
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
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 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, knowin The Firm got it cornered
We on
it, shit we was born wit

Chorus: Havoc

Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo
it's 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 it's 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 he'd be right here, I told ya
Let's get him now,
look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and 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
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 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 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