Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Set It Off , by - Add-2Release date: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Set It Off , by - Add-2Set 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 |
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|---|---|
| The Birth ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| Don't Go ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| Iron Mic | 2014 |
| The Ugly Side Of Beautiful ft. Add-2, GQ | 2014 |
| It's Ok ft. Add-2, Rapsody | 2014 |
| Club Church/Club Hell ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| The Glorious ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| They Call It ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| Runnin' ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| The Glorious Instrumental ft. Add-2 | 2014 |
| Stop Play Rewind ft. Rapsody | 2015 |
| Prey For The Poor | 2015 |
| Young Black Boy ft. Jamila Woods | 2015 |
| BRB | 2015 |
| Kool Aid ft. Rapsody, Sam Trump | 2015 |
| Say Goodbye | 2015 |
| Green Light Party | 2015 |
| On My Soul | 2015 |
| One Night ft. Raheem DeVaughn | 2015 |
| We Gon Make It | 2015 |