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Текст (слова) песни: Too $hort - Set Up

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[Too $hort]
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 80`s
Right before the crack they was smokin fat
They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that`s right)
It`s all good, but nobody in the hood
put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)
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 (be-itch)
Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up
(hoe) 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 (yeah)
You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jack
Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)
Somebody died, you`re goin to war
You got a lot of straps and you want some more
You in the little leagues, AK`s from the Middle East
Guns and 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 CIA
A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles
Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this
Oakland got a taste and all over the place
Detroit to Miami they was rollin case
Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta
White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa

(Whatchu 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 llello)

Don`t look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons
Shoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that`s yo` ass)
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 and say you want some?
Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (nigga)
Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch)
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 (yea I want that one) 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, and I`m still amazed
You shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate
(I`m havin money) Niggaz strapped like the military
Know how to cook it, package it and get it there
You get paid? You coulda been a CPA
When you weigh that yay, tell the DEA
It ain`t mine (it ain`t mine) I don`t wanna do no time
They got the new laws havin niggaz snitchin and 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 (fuck that)
I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bust
Got probation, they can`t stop us (unstoppable)
I got two gat cases and I still ain`t been to jail
They caught my little homey on the hill and made him tell
He told about the murders and the whole operation (shit)
I feel like the slave, on a plantation
Now I`m stuck in here, and don`t wanna stay
I wish I was a kid so I could go out and play

(They set me up man) It was a set up...

 

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