The Set Up Songtext
von Rampage
The Set Up Songtext
I seen many MC′s gettin' laid to rest
Under stress, shot through they bulletproof vest
Now you wanna be hardcore
You was never an outlaw until you just came off tour
Yo, you talk a good game
Brothers around your way knows your name
They wanna burn you in the flame
The other day you told me that you bought some new steel
You was like, "Yo, Ramp, yo, I′m keepin' it real"
The only type of real is puttin' down your steel
Pick up your pen and show me that you in it for real
Before the next man put you to the test
He′s a killer, he′s from a town called Brownsville-ah
Him and his whole clique be movin' outta town
When they get back you′re six feet underground
You didn't listen, you didn′t play your position
They shot your baby moms and she turned up missin'
Somewhere in Whitehough, your ass is to blame
That′s what happens when you enter the game
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won't go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You'll be dead by the end of ′98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
Now you on the run, you can't see your son
You′re livin' by the sword plus you packin′ a gun
Now you on the 3 train talkin' ′bout you goin' home
The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome
You sneak in through the back way, yo, that's nervous
They wanna get your moms before Sunday service
They wanna get your pops before he goes to work
Even though he′s a doctor, a world expert
Yo, they raped your baby sister and threw her in the ditch
With your brother Mitch, he′s a inside snitch
He told brothers where you rest and where you be
Now you upset, you wanna fled the country
You lay low in the East with this girl named Mees
Yo, she works for the beast, you and her is peace
She's a snake, all she do is hustle weight
Take the money and break, sell it back upstate
You can′t sleep, so you keep your hand on your steel
Watch your back before a brother gets killed
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won't go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You′ll be dead by the end of '98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You'll be dead by the end of '98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
Yeah, the set up, the set up
Watch your step, motherfucker
Y′all don't say nothin′
Every hard rock has a final day
Word 'em up
Word up
Watch your step, nigga
Under stress, shot through they bulletproof vest
Now you wanna be hardcore
You was never an outlaw until you just came off tour
Yo, you talk a good game
Brothers around your way knows your name
They wanna burn you in the flame
The other day you told me that you bought some new steel
You was like, "Yo, Ramp, yo, I′m keepin' it real"
The only type of real is puttin' down your steel
Pick up your pen and show me that you in it for real
Before the next man put you to the test
He′s a killer, he′s from a town called Brownsville-ah
Him and his whole clique be movin' outta town
When they get back you′re six feet underground
You didn't listen, you didn′t play your position
They shot your baby moms and she turned up missin'
Somewhere in Whitehough, your ass is to blame
That′s what happens when you enter the game
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won't go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You'll be dead by the end of ′98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
Now you on the run, you can't see your son
You′re livin' by the sword plus you packin′ a gun
Now you on the 3 train talkin' ′bout you goin' home
The brothers is in front of your door with the chrome
You sneak in through the back way, yo, that's nervous
They wanna get your moms before Sunday service
They wanna get your pops before he goes to work
Even though he′s a doctor, a world expert
Yo, they raped your baby sister and threw her in the ditch
With your brother Mitch, he′s a inside snitch
He told brothers where you rest and where you be
Now you upset, you wanna fled the country
You lay low in the East with this girl named Mees
Yo, she works for the beast, you and her is peace
She's a snake, all she do is hustle weight
Take the money and break, sell it back upstate
You can′t sleep, so you keep your hand on your steel
Watch your back before a brother gets killed
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won't go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You′ll be dead by the end of '98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
They wanna skin you alive, they know the type of Jeep that you drive
You'll be dead by the end of '98
No matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
If you a rap star, you won′t go far
Yeah, the set up, the set up
Watch your step, motherfucker
Y′all don't say nothin′
Every hard rock has a final day
Word 'em up
Word up
Watch your step, nigga
Writer(s): Rashad Smith, Roger Mcnair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
