Kurupt

Kurupt - It's A Set Up songtekst

Je score:

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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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Treacherous Records

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Uitgegeven in: 2005

Taal: Engels

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