Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Set Up, artist - Bootleg.
Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Set Up |
What tha fuk goin on… damn… |
what tha fuk imma do now… its fucked up chorus: (repeat 2X) |
Its a setup its a jack its a lick |
these niggaz tryin to stick me fa my shyt its a setup. |
a setup betta notify tha click |
some dicks bout ta run up in they shyt. |
The police had my house surronded |
the body that i hid them bitches musta found it… fuck, |
I grabbed my bottled said a prayer i broke the cap and downed it I had a vision my decsion was to load my heat |
Iif I here dey feet i’m holdin court right here on dayton street |
The copas gatherin they chatterin one lady said |
The only way you gettin him out that house is if he come out dead |
Ya fuckin right tha shyt is tight when you tha trigga man |
Before i goto prison bitch i’m goin to the promise land |
Don’t show yo badge |
Whip ya postiols before you get my dough |
2cops shot him 2cops its time for me to buc some mo (gun shots) |
They got me pacin, facin natural for murder 1 |
The only charges i’mma face are charges from this gun. |
Antispatin all this waitin made me grab tha plate |
I’m thinkin to myself i shoulda dumped that bitch in devils lake |
Police negotiater tellin me to come out slowly |
I cocked my shyt looked out my window and them hoes is steppin. |
I opened fire threw my dough and made them bitches flea |
One of them fell and i could tell i bust him in his knee |
Nothin to do put hit purea cuz i’mma die no doubt. |
My first thought was nigga don’t get sniped |
Turn all these house lights out. |
Layin on the floo high on blow my eyes big and buckey. |
The sounds of semi-automatics rifles kept me duckin. |
Let me go i crawled and got my uzzie |
I came out tha house they got me They caught a mothafuka slippin |
Some niggaz tryin to jack this rap capones mission. |
Tupac always said Neva leave out with out that steel |
I shoulda listened |
I left it in the kitchen like a dumby |
To busy cookin dope and checkin my bitch from stealin money from me Bitch where my money at I was on my way to drop some money and some yay |
ay that mothafuka got dope on ya’ll |
And that was clear as day. |
I’m bein followed by threee niggaz in a cutty |
I’m nervous I got 18 ounces on me and stacks of money. |
Damn, they in prusuit. |
fa my loot, |
Shyt I left my gun at home |
Fuck that let me get my brotha on his mobile phone |
I make tha call he wasn’t home |
Now i’m crummy |
I worked to hard to let these bitches take it from me. |
I had a thought shyt put the pedal to tha floo, |
Oh no cuz if tha law come i’ll be taken a loss fa sho |
Picked up the phone called shoestring |
Ay some niggaz followin me can i come by ya house |
come on And I’m gonna kill these bitches with this mac i’m holdin |
I bust a left and then i right now i’m jus 3 blocks away |
Commin up tha block |
Theres hella gangstas standin out in his drive way |
Some sistahs with no resisitances started blastin |
I’m damn near ran into a pole |
I can see tha cutlass is crashin |
I bust U and threw my goodies to my homies |
Told em let me see that mac eleven |
Let me see who tha fuck is creepin on me Open tha door bitches get out |
I got no responces |
Cuz the driver hit his head on the wheel |
And he was knocked un-concious. |
The other two they came slowly from the vehicle, |
My stanky bitches brotha this is str8 setup material |