The Set Up

Q.B. since 1933 to 9 6
Check the shit, 9 6
Escobar 600, check the shit
My mindset, son got wet,
Im vexed really
They snatched off his
Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggaz actin illy?
Word to Will, he bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it
Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke
An got the nerve to wonder why they broke
While we was gleamin, niggaz was schemin
Seen the ill
Beamers beamin
Triple beam an doublin cream, had em feignin
To get they fingers on the dosa,
I called Sosa
Sosa, these niggaz hit the
God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the
Bridge, Im bout to go loca
Left my rat beggin me to stay an stroke her
He came through with two fly bitches,
Venus an
ViciousWit two macs inside the
Volvo, what up,
God ?Im still sober,
I need some
Henn to bend me over
My nigga Hav, got a soldier
Its gettin down, its goin down, kid
I heard he might not live ,
Im holdin back tears
Told these broads, to put it in gear
With two females that dont smile, diggin they style
Yo, what up, son?
These niggaz done started somethin wild
You know the clique well,
Ramel with the gold in his grill
Tried to get a name holdin the steel
I paid attention to the females
Maintain bitches when it get real
Sos pulled me close an told me the deal
He said both hoesll peel, spray shots an reload
An still handle the wheel, point em out
Smoke a Phil then chill,
I layed back
Escobar status, knowin
The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit, we was born wit
Spark the lye,
Q.B.C., yo, its do or die
In this business an trifeness
I finesse this for
R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit,
Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye,
Q.B.C., yo, its do or die
In this business an trifeness
I finesse this for
R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit,
Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
Hold it right there, pull over
That nigga right there, inside the
RoverI knew hed be right here,
I told yaLets get him now, look at him smile, ice
BulovaPolo pullover, big links an rockin boulders
Hes stuntin, after he left my man like that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but
Ill be right back
He never seen us,
Sos gave the mac to
Venus an
ViciousLookin delicious, handle yo bidness
An step to him, shake yo ass, try to screw him
Do what ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco with young faces
Can turn niggaz
Buttafuco , of all ages, they was amused
By the way they walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girlsd spray
New YorkIf they had to, heard him ask
Venus, 'Could I have you?'
He jumped out a
Jeep, heard her tell him, 'Dont grab Boo'
They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the
Jeep laughin
We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were
SomalianProbably wanted to hit the
Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone an called the
Mobb an em
We layed low about a hour or so
These bitches movin too slow
We both holdin , what if them wild hoes started foldin?
Sosa said, “
Say no more”, we started rollin
Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin
There the girls go, hurry up, we out in
The 940, me,
Sosa an two shorties
The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy
Spark the lye,
Q.B.C., yo, its do or die
In this business an trifeness
I finesse this for
R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit,
Albert Einstein minds connect wit
Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up
Q.B.C., Queensbridge, motherfucker
Ropin niggaz up cause our click is thick
Another day, another dollar
More money, more murder
Fuck this shit,
Q.B. up in the house