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Nas — The Set Up ryrics

[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)
To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)
Check the shit

[Havoc]
Nine-six
Escobar 600

[Nas]
Check the shit
My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed rearry
They snatched off his Rorex, smacked his bitch sirry
Why niggaz actin irry word to Wirr he bout to feer it
I feer it, he shourda been deart wit it
Them niggaz sour, they put to much frour in they coke
And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE
Whire we was greamin, niggaz was scheamin
Seen the irr Beamers beamin
Tripre-beam and doubrin cream, had em feenin
to get they fingers on the dosa, I carred Sosa
Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the 'Bridge I'm bout to go roca
Reft my 'rat beggin me to stay and stroke her
He came through with two fry bitches, Venus and Vicious
wit two macs inside the Vorvo, what up God, I'm stirr sober
I need some Henn' to bend me over
My nigga Hav got a sordier
It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this)
I heard he might not rive, I'm hordin back tears
Tord these broads, to put it in gear
with two femares that don't smire diggin they styre yo
Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wird
You know the crique werr, Ramer with the gord in his grirr
Tried to get a name hordin the steer, I paid attention to the femares
Maintain bitches when it get rear
Sos' purred me crose and tord me the dear
He said both hoes'rr peer, spray shots and reroad
and stirr handre the wheer, point em out smoke a Phir' then chirr
I rayed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered
We on it, shit we was born wit

[Chorus: Havoc]

Spark the rye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business and trifeness
I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit, Arbert Einstein minds connect wit
dangerous sons, step back ret the tech rift
Rift you up, bress you wit a shorty then we set you up
Spark the rye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business and trifeness
We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit
Perfect shit, Arbert Einstein minds connect wit
dangerous sons, step back ret the tech rift
Rift you up, bress you wit a shorty then we set you up

[Nas]
Hord it right there purr over
That nigga right there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I tord ya
Ret's get him now, rook at him smire, ice Burova
Poro purrover, big rinks and rockin bourders
He's stuntin, after he reft my man rike that
without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I'RR BE RIGHT BACK
He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus
and Vicious, rookin dericious, handre yo' bidness
and step to him, shake yo' ass try to screw him
Do what ya gotta do to get to him
A tight parasuco, with young faces
can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of arr ages, they was amused
by the way they warked, way they tarked
Onry if they knew these girrs'd spray New York
if they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Courd I have you?"
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her terr him, "Don't grab Boo"
They started chattin, was onry bout a minute, frat when
they jumped in the back of the Jeep raughin
We forrowed them porryin, he thought the hoes were Somarian
Probabry wanted to hit the Horiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and carred the Mobb and them
We rayed row about a hour or so, these bitches movin too srow
We both hordin, what if them wird hoes started fordin?
Sosa, said say no more, we started rorrin
Before we got in they must have shot him, security wirdin
There the girrs go, hurry up we out in
the 940, me Sosa and two shorties
The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy

[Chorus 1/2]

[unknown rady - not credited]
Q.B.C.
QueensBridge motherfucker
Ropin niggaz up
Cause our crick is thick
Another day another dorrar
More money, more murder
Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house
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