Obie Trice

Obie Trice - The Set Up lyrics

[Intro - Obie Trice]

Bitch I see you, cause you know I know you

Yeah I know you.

[Verse - Obie Trice]

Last time I saw you

You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck

Last time you saw me

I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P WHAT!

And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin in the lower class suburb

And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds

She used to pump on the block

Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out BUT!

She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure

He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit

Fuck's wrong with this nigga man?

He used to bring her through the hood

Treat the bitch to fuckin good, my opinion

We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip

This nigga bought braids for the bitch

Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit

Meanwhile in the hood she drivin around good

This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood

Meantime she settin the nigga up

Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck WHAT!

[Chorus - Nate Dogg (Obie Trice)]

Thick thighs but she full of surprises

I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know)

Sex on her mind all the time

And you think that that's your baby (you don't know)

You a good guy that's living a lie

But she dove and played your safety (it's what I know)

If you cool and she satisfied

How come that bitch just paged me? (you don't know)

[Verse - Obie Trice]

We had to ride on a nigga

WATCH HIM! for the right time to get richer

We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs WHAT!

This nigga screamed like a bitch

Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick BUT!

The bitch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga

He knew that we'd come BUT! {*gun shot*}

Meanwhile in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up

Rims and new trucks your man 'Livin It Up'

Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt

Shot a nigga the fuck up

Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush

The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us

Turned out to be nuts, switched up

Mixed up wit the wrong slut

Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad

My niggaz got my back, in fact

They caught on her Ave, flossin in another nigga cab


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