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g-unit - set the pick lyrics

[verse 1: kidd kidd]
how many licks do a n-gg- gotta hit just to come up on a brick
like craig hit deebo with
take team work to ball man, someone set the pick
i come around shootin’ like swish, quote this
if i can’t make nothin’, i’m gon’ take somethin’
feds comin’, one of y’all n-gg-s done said somethin’
long as i remain here i’m gon’ stay thuggin’
rap don’t pay the bills then i’m gon’ stay hustlin’
6 million ways to die, choose one
a lot of n-gg-s afraid to die, you won
you got all them guns inside, shoot one
as the last n-gg- fall for they life, who won?

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
yo f-ck your interview
that lil buzz you got is political
i knock your pride out, i’m dumbin’ down still, too lyrical
you photobombin’, awful timin’, don’t know n-body
hard to keep up with kings, i show a body
how it’s guided from a shattered stage
bout to make me a money barricade
usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie b-tch that paris made
my jewelry ain’t the average grade
tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase
wealthy spillin’ gl-sses raised, hold up n-gg-s have to pay
shotty rip your leg away
sumo when i flat the track
-ssume i’m comin’ back to stack
vroomin’ somethin’ black on black
room to let my mac attack
vroomin’ out my acrobat
zoomin’ in my habitat
two’s in my accomplishments
comments full of nonsense
but them fools don’t want the consequence
bruisin’ once my crimes commence
(?) trips in my defense
sharp as the razor that i use to rip your confidence
your losin’ is obvious
[verse 4: tony yayo]
f-ck your radio host, f-ck your rap blog
f-ck your favorite rapper and his big body guard
f-ck the industry man the streets gon’ remember me
as t-o-n-y yayo, i been a g
pull up and these haters gettin’ finicky
music loud, rollin’ loud, potency can hardly see
splendid, extravagant relaxation
i guess that’s why these b-tch n-gg-s hatin’
got the persona of drug lords
versace slippers, versace robe
hit rio in brazil
my life real
i got a lot of cliental
i’m on that pusha t sh-t, goin’ diamond on my cell

[verse 5: lloyd banks + tony yayo]
i’m supposed to chill? man sh-t is real
that was my only destination out here in the field
the drama cookin’ and my partner caught raw deal
the people lookin’ tryna make it out on four wheels
i ain’t got no bail, sh-t is really real
now it’s hots on one cot in the jail
prosecutor tryna kill a n-gg- for a cell
talkin’ football numbers man, sh-t is really real

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