Set It Off Troop Lyrics - Lord Finesse

Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92 

Yo showbiz, let's take 'em uptown 

Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying? 

I'm gonna do this 

Set it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 4x) 

I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nine 

Microphone check 1, 2, yeah it's showtime 

I gain fame when I entertain and make shit plain 

Blowing motherfuckers out the frame 

Cause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock me 

Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy 

I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger 

And when you hear me don't compare me to them other niggas 

And fuck the heresay 

Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs 

And brothers that's trash I crush 'em fast 

Straight up and down, fuck around and I'll bust that ass 

Word, I serve opponents to the curb 

I let you know I'm not the motherfucking herb 

And if you thought I was well you figured wrong 

Some brothers think they can hang, but what them motherfucking niggas on? 

Run son, I ain't the one bum, so dial 9-1-1 

If you thought you was a motherfucking dum dum 

Stand back, cause I drop knowledge, son 

I school more niggas than a fucking negro college fund 

Set it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 4x) 

One two yeah, and let's flip 

Suckers better skip town cause I'm a kick some shit now 

The style they hope to get, they can't cope with this 

That's why they playing the back, taking notes and shit 

They got problems just flipping poems 

So whatever they smoking they'd better leave that shit alone 

And y'all want to play hardball talking about 

Tearing shit up, man you couldn't rip a cardboard 

So don't sleep cause I'm a young fella 

When I rain on that ass you'll need more than an umbrella 

I'm no joke on a rap tip 

I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be sitting on my lap, shit 

I'm cooler than superfly 

I still get the girls without a motherfucking suit and tie 

I keep a hoodie and a low one 

Who's down with opp? yeah, I see you when my show's done 

Mess around, I flip your frown 

You suckers better step, but young ladies just stick around 

Set it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 2x) 

It's like that y'all, and I'm a keep flowing 

So showbiz keep the motherfucking beat going 

Cause I'm a keep doing my thang 

I'm straight making papes so everything's kool & the gang 

I'm all about cash and females with bad figures 

I don't have the time to be dealing with them crab niggas 

And speaking on who's bad 

I've been a bad motherfucker since niggas was wearing doo rags 

It ain't no puzz or a riddle, see 

Motherfuckers trying to hang but they belong in the little leagues 

Talking bout they can rag finesse 

Shit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cess 

Wrapped up in bamboo paper 

Cause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new flavor 

I can drive any child crazy 

And why don't I dance? cause that's not my style, baby 

Girls claim I don't excite them 

If I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be "i like him!" 

Yeah, that shit is so game 

You wanna see a nigga dance then watch the motherfucking soul train 

I'm hardcore, I'm not changing or chancing it 

I'm real ill with skills so fuck all that dancing shit 

And while I'm hanging niggas up like the son of sam 

Let them other motherfuckers do the running man 

Try and launch, you still couldn't harm this 

Huh, I'll blow your monkey ass out the contest 

On video or tv, tour bench or cd 

Lp or ep, them niggas can't see me 

Yeah, so don't try to get fash, clown 

As quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass down 

Trying to hang with the man, maybe one day fool 

But for now save that praying for sunday school 

Cause I'm a meanace that's in this to the finish 

And if I think I'm all that then that's my motherfucking business 

I'm about to catch wreck (step to it kid) 

(who's the motherfucking man? ) y'all know who it is 

Set it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 2x)