The set up

The set up Lyrics

"The Set Up"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

[Intro - Obie Trice]
b**ch I see you, cause you know I know you
Yeah I know you.

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Last time I saw you
You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new f**k
Last time you saw me
I was P-I to the motherf**king M-P WHAT!
And lately I heard you's a broke b**ch livin in the lower class suburb
And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't f**k with birds
She used to pump on the block
Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out BUT!
She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot b**ch died go figure
He used to pay this b**ch, gave her lots of sh*t
f**k's wrong with this nigga man?
He used to bring her through the hood
Treat the b**ch to f**kin good, my opinion
We used to blaze with the b**ch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip
This nigga bought braids for the b**ch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka sh*t
Meanwhile in the hood she drivin around good
This b**ch thinks she's in Hollywood
Meantime she settin the nigga up
Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck WHAT!

[Chorus - Nate Dogg (Obie Trice)]
Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this b**ch is Shady (that's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby (you don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie
But she dove and played your safety (it's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that b**ch just paged me? (you don't know)

[Verse - Obie Trice]
We had to ride on a nigga
WATCH HIM! for the right time to get richer
We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs WHAT!
This nigga screamed like a b**ch
Showed us what his sh*t hit her, hell of a lick BUT!
The b**ch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga
He knew that we'd come BUT! {*gun shot*}
Meanwhile in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up
Rims and new trucks your man 'Livin It Up'
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt
Shot a nigga the f**k up
Just my luck, the b**ch got us both touched, it's like a rush
The b**ch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up
Mixed up wit the wrong sl*t
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My niggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her Ave, flossin in another nigga cab

[Chorus]