It's A Set Up Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong 

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 

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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) 

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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!