Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Set It Off, artist - Add-2
Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Set It Off |
Part 1 |
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for |
Flow cold, nigga what you skatin' on? |
Hot as hell, I could make you feel like you in Satan’s home |
Locks on the locks, drops for my drops |
Who I’m s’possed to call? |
I need cops for the cops |
FTP these pigs can’t kill me |
Still so sick, no pill can heal me |
Me no run, one test and feel free |
I paint saints gone in the wind, I drew breeze |
We be in the league, city under siege |
Ain’t no competition, yea I’m in another league |
I feel for all who’s tryna keep up with me |
You get dragged so much you could date Mister Cee |
Songs that I write, wrongs and the rights |
All so dope, you could sell it to the hypes |
Picture worth a thousand words, blind sayin' «what a sight» |
Add kill the verse, girls say I give ‘em life |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, set it off |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Yo, hate to pop your balloon |
But your favourite rapper’s a coon |
You hear the things that he spit? |
Well really if he keep it real, then really then he like a snitch, right? |
Rappers that you praise and the ones that you put your faith in |
I listen to their verses and it sound like an affidavit |
I be losin' my patience like doctors that couldn’t save theirs |
Came into this game, they complainin' that I don’t play fair |
We be bringin' rides to your hood like it was a state fair |
Wait there, spittin' all this dope you swore there’s weight there |
Say you paintin' pictures, I’m lookin' at you with blank stares |
You ain’t killin' nothin', your verses just learned to play dead |
Pop, pop, lights out, bet they wild out |
Put ‘em in a hole they can’t climb out |
Tell your coach call a time-out |
I be goin' dumb, dumb, dumb like my mind out |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
They givin' cats wings for a pair of fly shoes |
Better find God ‘fore them bullets find you |
Shooters takin' shots like an alcoholic looter |
Takin' out them young men, them guns like cougars |
Somebody tell the radio I’m here to free the slaves |
Tell your television yea, I’m here to free the slaves |
Better know that man great, haters can’t stand me |
I’m sayin' «psssh» like Will and Jazz’s handshake |
Fans want that feelin' of that Tribe Called Quest |
And still miss the feelin' of that guy called West |
Well tell 'em church back, stayin' on my job watch me work that |
Hungry, I don’t have time for the thirst track |
Fuck rap, this a manifesto for the black man |
Rollin' in the whip, whippin' master with the left hand |
Southside Chi-Town, my town, ride hol' up |
Like a hold up, hands up, high, high |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 set it off |
Go ahead, get ‘em up, where we at? |
In the cut |
Bet it once, bet it twice, shut it down, shut ‘em up |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Set it off (set it off) set it off (set it off) |
Part 2 |
The kid workin' like child labor |
Rarely see my face like the neighbor of Tim Taylor |
The prodigal son probly the product what sin made us |
A problem that’s been major, I’m big baby, like Glen Davis |
You dictators are dick takers, when Add spittin' that shit |
It’s stronger than Vick’s Vapor |
I’m killin' all of your dogs, call it a Vick favor |
No shots to chasers, we are stayin' where the shots chase us |
May God save us |
I’m pourin' liquor for rappers, heard your verse and I’m laughin' |
Hit the track and I’m lappin', you niggas talk about fashion |
You need to come out the closet like hangers, can’t hang with us |
Fake bitches and money’s all that the fame get us |
Gettin' all in your feelings, you better call you a dentist |
You know the drill, niggas ain’t fuckin' with us |
On spacebars, you push keys, see there’s a big difference |
A deaf man told me, homie, niggas never listen |
A project got flows, this shit is just like a tenement |
Put it out on the street, like it ain’t pay the rent |
Should I stay militant or try to break the glass where the ceiling is? |
A catch 22, catching Emmitt Smith, nigga that’s the realest shit |
The lines needed, but the hooks is what’s reelin' in |
I got it from my aunt when we was fishing |
It works for this rap world I’m livin' in |
Swimmin' in sin, how can you drown without stepping foot in the water? |
Pardon while I part it like a barber makin' cuts, like a coach nigga |
See my approach nigga? |
Think we close then I’m ghost nigga |
Nigga, they jaws dropping, no scissors, paper, I still rock ‘em |
The door closed, no car locking |
Nigga my flow clean so stop mopping |
Drunk with power, go off a bar like we bar hoppin', nigga |
I’m from a place where they throw bullets and catch cases |
Thirty livin' with moms, playin' a PlayStation |
In the basement, my homie ask «When you get famous |
What you doin?» |
I told him «fucking Sanaa Lathan» |
He told me «Homie keep your head up, never let up |
Chase dreams, not the cheddar, fuck the setup |
Watch these niggas that you should be ahead of |
Money ain’t everything, it could make it better» |
Keep it in perspective, niggas make records breakin' records |
Changin' then they stay reckless |
Remember as a shorty lookin' up to the niggas on the radio |
Now I’m gettin' older and I’m wonderin' where the hell they go |
Step inside the booth, sad truth for the day |
Is either you a legend or you fade, nigga |
Either you a legend or you fade (or you fade, or you fade…) |
When you come from nothing and have nothing |
You value everything that you don’t have |