Its A Set Up Lyrics by Kurupt

Its A Set Up Lyrics

    Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
    Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?)
    Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up)
    What they're doing? they're trying to...

    They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
    They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up
    They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
    They're trying to set me up, but check it out

    This is it, call it how you wanna call it
    Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting
    How do you want it? i said we could spread arms
    Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right?
    Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga
    Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga
    Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins
    Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em)
    It's a million to one, kurupt with one gun
    And a whole backyard of ammo
    Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel
    Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end
    You see that nigga he ride with, do him in
    This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me
    Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me
    There's no (???) when you're playing russian roulette
    They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me
    Young gotti, (???)
    Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds
    I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't
    Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up

    Chorus:
    I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
    And i don't give a fuck who you got with you
    You played me, you're kane and i'm abel
    Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up)
    Don't you know? you fuck around with death sentinel
    If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga)
    Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
    That's how motherfuckers get murdered

    Hit the (???), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty
    Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers
    Holler at the big homie slop (what up slop? what's up y'all?)
    Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick
    Get this rap slapped in the clip
    You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him
    Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em
    Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two
    How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly
    Friction, i can feel it all around me, my intuition
    La gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently
    Busting, dusting niggaz off silently
    I ain't even trying to be what i can be or could handle
    But niggaz trying to make me an example
    Go over to the west (to the west), niggaz wanna feud
    Go back to the east (to the east), niggaz wanna feud
    I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what,
    Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (i don't know)

    Chorus

    It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up
    I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga

    Can't help it, hoes come through
    Me set, i know 'em, they're out to set me
    They wanna get me, get the homies
    The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me
    Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me
    Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like?
    Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me
    You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me
    See all the homies, i make loot like spike lee
    Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins
    I give a fuck nigga, i could stay busting
    And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight
    Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz
    Earthquake ass niggaz, i shake these niggaz
    Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time
    Wanna fuck with kurupt, i just sit, prepare the rhyme
    Now i'm all about the cash nigga
    Thinking you could come through
    You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga

    Chorus (2x)

    Murdered...
    What? attack assassins, huh
    Just ask the homie d, he rides with me
    Just ask the homie snoop, s-n-double o-p, he rides with me
    Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me
    Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me
    Top doggs, d-o-double g's, they ride with me
    Ask my homie big (???), he rides with me
    Ask the big homeboy b, he rides with me
    And the homie d, slop, what? they ride with me
    Big c, he rides with me
    Big tray d rides with me
    Big sean d rides with me
    Big breez, he rides with me
    K-u-r-u-p-t, beeitch!

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