Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Set It off Troop , by - Lord Finesse. Release date: 21.05.1992
Song language: English
Set It off Troop |
| Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92 |
| Yo Showbiz, let’s take 'em uptown |
| Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I’m saying? |
| I’m gonna do this |
| Set it off troop! |
| Get busy! |
| (With your black ass) (Repeat 4x) |
| I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nine |
| Microphone check 1, 2, yeah it’s showtime |
| I gain fame when I entertain and make shit plain |
| Blowing motherfuckers out the frame |
| Cause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock me |
| Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy |
| I’m a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger |
| And when you hear me don’t compare me to them other niggas |
| And fuck the heresay |
| Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs |
| And brothers that’s trash I crush 'em fast |
| Straight up and down, fuck around and I’ll bust that ass |
| Word, I serve opponents to the curb |
| I let you know I’m not the motherfucking herb |
| And if you thought I was well you figured wrong |
| Some brothers think they can hang, but what them motherfucking niggas on? |
| Run son, I ain’t the one bum, so dial 9−1-1 |
| If you thought you was a motherfucking dum dum |
| Stand back, cause I drop knowledge, son |
| I school more niggas than a fucking Negro College fund |
| Set it off troop! |
| Get busy! |
| (With your black ass) (Repeat 4x) |
| One two yeah, and let’s flip |
| Suckers better skip town cause I’m a kick some shit now |
| The style they hope to get, they can’t cope with this |
| That’s why they playing the back, taking notes and shit |
| They got problems just flipping poems |
| So whatever they smoking they’d better leave that shit alone |
| And y’all want to play hardball talking about |
| Tearing shit up, man you couldn’t rip a cardboard |
| So don’t sleep cause I’m a young fella |
| When I rain on that ass you’ll need more than an umbrella |
| I’m no joke on a rap tip |
| I’ll put my foot so far up your ass you’ll be sitting on my lap, shit |
| I’m cooler than Superfly |
| I still get the girls without a motherfucking suit and tie |
| I keep a hoodie and a low one |
| Who’s down with OPP? |
| Yeah, I see you when my show’s done |
| Mess around, I flip your frown |
| You suckers better step, but young ladies just stick around |
| Set it off troop! |
| Get busy! |
| (With your black ass) (Repeat 2x) |
| It’s like that y’all, and I’m a keep flowing |
| So Showbiz keep the motherfucking beat going |
| Cause I’m a keep doing my thang |
| I’m straight making papes so everything’s Kool & the Gang |
| I’m all about cash and females with bad figures |
| I don’t have the time to be dealing with them crab niggas |
| And speaking on who’s bad |
| I’ve been a bad motherfucker since niggas was wearing doo rags |
| It ain’t no puzz or a riddle, see |
| Motherfuckers trying to hang but they belong in the little leagues |
| Talking bout they can rag Finesse |
| Shit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cess |
| Wrapped up in bamboo paper |
| Cause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new flavor |
| I can drive any child crazy |
| And why don’t I dance? |
| Cause that’s not my style, baby |
| Girls claim I don’t excite them |
| If I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be «I like him!» |
| Yeah, that shit is so game |
| You wanna see a nigga dance then watch the motherfucking Soul Train |
| I’m hardcore, I’m not changing or chancing it |
| I’m real ill with skills so fuck all that dancing shit |
| And while I’m hanging niggas up like the Son of Sam |
| Let them other motherfuckers do the Running Man |
| Try and launch, you still couldn’t harm this |
| Huh, I’ll blow your monkey ass out the contest |
| On video or TV, tour bench or CD |
| LP or EP, them niggas can’t see me |
| Yeah, so don’t try to get fash, clown |
| As quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass down |
| Trying to hang with the man, maybe one day fool |
| But for now save that praying for Sunday school |
| Cause I’m a meanace that’s in this to the finish |
| And if I think I’m all that then that’s my motherfucking business |
| I’m about to catch wreck (step to it kid) |
| (Who's the motherfucking man?) Y’all know who it is |
| Set it off troop! |
| Get busy! |
| (With your black ass) (Repeat 2x) |