the set up

qb since 1933 to 9=6 (9=6 mutha fucka) check this shit check this shit my mind set, sun got wet i'm vexed really, they snatched off his rolex, smacked his bitch silly why niggas acting illy word to willy 'bout to feel it, i feel it you should've been dealt with it them niggas sour, they put too much flour in their coke, and got the nerve to wonder why they broke. while we were gleaming niggas was scheming. seen ill bimas beamin' triple = beamin' double in cream had 'em feenin' to get their fingers on a dose, i called sousa, sousa these niggas hit the god bring the toaster. meet me at the bridge, i'm about to go loca left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her be came through with two fly bitches venus and vicious to max inside the volvo what up god, i'm still sober i need some hen to bend me over my nigga have got a soldier that's gettin' down i'm going, down kid i heard he might not live, i'm holding back tears told these broads to put it in gear with two females that don't smile, biggin' they style yo, what up, son? these niggas done started something wild. you know the clique well, rhumel with the gold in his grill. try to get a name hold the steel, i paid attention to the females, maintain bitches want to get real sousa pulled me close and told me the deal he said “both hold appeal” spray shots and reload the steel handle and will point 'em out, smoke a phill and chill i laid back escobar status knowin' the firm got it cornered we on it shit we was born with. spark the lye, qbc always do or die in this, business, of triteness, we finesse this, for rd we chef shit perfect shit after our minds connect with dangerous son, step back let the tech lift lift you up bless you with a shorty them we set you up spark the lye, qbc always do or die in this, business, of triteness, we finesse this, for rd we chef shit perfect shit after our minds connect with dangerous son, step back let the tech lift lift you up bless you with a shorty them we set you up hold it right there, pull over the nigga right there inside the rover, i knew he'd be right here. i told ya let's get him now. look at him smile. ice bulova, polo pull over, big rings and rockin' boulders. he stuntin' after he left my man like that, without a fair chance to fright back, but i'll be right back. he never seen us so skated back to venus and vicious lookin' delicious, handle your business. and step to him, shake your ass try to screw him do what you gotta do to get to him. in tight parasuco with young faces could turn niggas buttafuoco of all ages they was amused by the way they walk, way they talk, only if they knew these girls would spray new york if they had to heard 'em ask venus could i have you. he jumped out a jeep heard her tell him don't grab boo they started chattin', was only about a minute that's when, they jumped in the back of the jeep laughing we followed them polying he thought the hoes was somalian probably when they hit the holiday inn. i grabbed the phone and called the mob and 'em. we laid low about an hour or so these bitches. movin' too slow we both foolin', what if these hoes start foldin' sousa said“say no more” we started rollin' before we got in they must have shot him security wildin' there girls go hurry up we out and then 9:40 me, sousa, and two shorties the punk niggas got murdered in an orgy spark the lye, qbc always do or die in this, business, of triteness, we finesse this, for rd we chef shit perfect shit after our minds connect with dangerous son, step back let the tech lift lift you up bless you with a shorty them we set you up qbc queens bridge mother fucker ropin' niggas up 'cuz our clique is thick another day, another dollar mo money, mo murder fuck that shit, qp up in da house.