Set Up

One, two, one, two, three, four

First we got the crack, then we got the gats

Then they changed all the laws, it was a set up

Lockin' all the young homies up

Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up

I remember when the world went crazy

Crack cocaine hit the streets in the '80s

Right before the crack they was smokin' fat

They called it '

Freebase' an' rich folks did that

It's all good but nobody in the hood

Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would

A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it

The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit

Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent

Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up

Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up

What? I'm tellin' the truth

The man had a plan that was killin' the youth

You can smoke it or sell it, if you choose, you lose

It was a set up, got everybody singin' the blues

They gave you the crack to start flippin' your sack

You makin' your money, it's sittin' in stacks

You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack

Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that

Somebody died, you're goin' to war

You got a lot of straps an' you want some more

You in the little leagues,

AKs from the

Middle East

Guns an' coke, you wanna get a piece?

It was a set up, that's what the

O.G.'s say

I heard Rick got his dope from the

CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny

Los Angeles

Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this

Oakland got a taste an' all over the place

Detroit to

Miami, they was rollin' case

Down to I-75, whatchu need in

AtlantaWhite

Christmas, a bag full of dope like

SantaWhatchu need, homey, whatchu need?

It was a set up

I got whatchu need, baby,

I got whatever you need

You got the money,

I got the yayo

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons

Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin'

Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit

Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid

Now where in the fuck did the guns come from?

They used to put 'em up an' say, “

You want some?”

Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise

Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys'

Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin' dope

Sell your soul to the

Devil, say, “

To hell with the

Pope”At the

Benz dealer, spend a hundred thousand cash

You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass

In a way, it's not your fault

You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught

You never get out an'

I'm still amazed

You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate

I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military

Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there

You get paid?

You coulda been a

CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the

DEAIt ain't mine,

I don't wanna do no time

They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' lyin''

Cause what we do, y'all, we gotta get our own hustle

I'm cool on the coke,

I don't want no trouble

I got a felony,

I was caught in a bust

Got probation, they can't stop us

I got two gat cases an'

I still ain't been to jail

They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell

He told about the murders an' the whole operation

I feel like the slave on a plantation

Now I'm stuck in here an' don't wanna stay

I wish I was a kid so

I could go out an' play

They set me up, man, it was a set up