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 (crazy) Crack cocaine, hit the streets in the '80s Right before the crack, they was smokin' fat They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right) It's all good (it's all good), but nobody in the hood Put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (nah) A white boy did it, showed niggas how to get it The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit (fuck it) Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent (fuck it) Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (bitch) Niggas used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up (hoe) (damn) What? I'm tellin' the truth (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 niggas who jack Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?) Somebody died (you want some?) 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? (Hey, you want some?) It was a set up (you want some?) 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 niggas havin' this (that's right, yeah) Oakland got a taste and all over the place Detroit to Miami they was rollin' case (what you need?) Down to I-75, what you need in Atlanta (what you need, baby?) White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa (What you need baby, what you need?) It was a set up (I got what you 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? (Where they come from?) They used to put 'em up and say you want some? Now you get shot (shot), makin' all that loud noise (nigga) Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (bitch) '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 (right there) 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 should have opened up a biz and bought some real estate (I'm havin' money), niggas strapped like the military Know how to cook it, package it and get it there You get paid? You could have 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' niggas snitchin' and lying (he ain't lying) 'Cause what we do y'all we got to get our own hustle (it ain't mine) 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 (ain't your body here) I wish I was a kid, so I could go out and play (They set me up man) it was a set up