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b-real - the set up lyrics

[intro: mellow man ace]
yeah!!!! [echo]
gunslingers!!!! [echo]
b-real!!!! [echo]
and now !!!! [echo]
for you backstabbers!!!! [echo]

[verse 1: b-real]
they say homies last forever and that’s true in some cases
but you gotta keep your eyes open for two faces
i knew one homie roll wit me through thick and thin
we ran the streets taught the world like [ ]
the brother i never had, a couple crook n-ggas
just say the word and we ran out and hooked n-ggas
we had money on the mind we gun-derstood figures
if a robber tried to get off hey: look, triggas!
it was a family thing and no one could touch us
til a homie turned green and that mean he don’t love us
in back of his mind he screaming out f-ckers
under his breath, “i’m gonna get you suckers”
sent n-ggas to your crib with macks and nuggets
and you givin’ up all your sh-t or you feel the slug hit
they took 3 heaters with the [ ] ice
comin’ to find my homies set it up nothin’ nice
funny how they knew where all my sh-t was stashed
it wasn’t a random action to get some cash
i hand it to ’em but their little scam was ruined
d-mn i’m doing everything i can, pursuin’
but when your guard’s down and you can’t avoid these troubles
put your strap out, go ahead burst that bubble
leave ’em in a puddle of their own blood you fumble
and they’ll be on you like the feds [ ] tax in a bundle
come on

[hook: b-real (sung)]
night time n-ggas on the grind
and your homies are actin’ shady (get that dough)
take mine and you b-tches’ll find
that your head is my 380 (you don’t know)
get in line if you’re livin’ for crime
if you think you’re f-ckin’ crazy (you don’t know)
no spine there ain’t nowhere to hide
man your -ss is swayze (you don’t know)

[verse 2: mellow man ace aka willie malo]
i see through the shady like empty c0ke bottles
or like star search models
except this one time i was heavily sedated
this n-gga want a wife and knew that i was faded
anyways we was out cuttin’ hoes
and mo moes like true motherf-ckin’ bros
he says something like “why you cheatin’?
wifey look good and you baby breathing.”
i paid no attention started f-ckin’ old girl
but little did i know the n-gga wanted my girl
and it seemed like everything was kosher
til that time i had that show in nova scotia
dude show up like he want some p-ssy
h-rny -ss a motherf-cker gettin’ pushy
told wifey this, he told wifey that
we had mad hoes that was asian and black
“your man a dirtbag why you wit him?
you know i got n-ggas that are gonna wet him”
b-tch motherf-ckers that’s how they do
say sh-t to your girl they won’t say to you
when i got back in town, wifey sat me down
she said “motherf-cker what’s really going down?”
tried to lie a bit but she looked in my eyes
she knew right there that the n-gga was a liar
the set-up

[hook]
night time n-ggas on the grind
and your homies are actin’ shady (get that dough)
take mine and you b-tches’ll find
that your head is my 380 (you don’t know)
get in line if you’re livin’ for crime
if you think you’re f-ckin’ crazy (you don’t know)
no spine there ain’t nowhere to hide
man your -ss is swayze (you don’t know)

[verse 3: o brown]
called everybody on his phone list
story didn’t make sense, b-tch i’m p-ssed (yo)
to a park to jack and smack miss
they stabbed his head slashed his wrist
jam back to your crib, to ease the pain
slammed h in his arm and that’s what you claim?
falls to the floor his arm starts to shake (d-mn)
f-cking wh0r- called the medics too late
from the living room floor you carry dead weight
to the bathtub – what for, can’t relate
he six five over two hundred pounds
you a buck o-5 and lift homie off the ground? h-ll no!
there’s two sides to every story (d-mn b-tch u gonna see…)
gonna dead up my homie
my tray 8 wants you to get to know me
set up that date ’cause b-tch i been lonely
he’s on the couch when they crept up behind her
knifed her, fail, shot dope in ‘er
i betcha her brains on this page
that’s her name, wrote this rage
she set my homie up and watched him die
super max tears coming out my eyes (d-mn)
how now n-gga that’s full of surprise
won’t be satisfied til your body lies

[b-real hook]

[outro – sample]
“what you want ringo”
“i want your blood
i want your souls
and i want ’em both right now.”
“i don’t want anymore trouble”
“well you got trouble!
and it starts with you.”

- b real lyrics

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